Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clásicos de Barrio , by - Kaydy Cain. Release date: 07.02.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Clásicos de Barrio(original) |
| Fumando hash entre chichis de habitación |
| Putas quieren ser princesas mientras tragan pollas entre drogas |
| Pipas con buenos coches y joyas |
| Por mis compadres, chicos con hambre |
| Por los perros que muerdan y por los que no ladren |
| Por siete vidas como un gato callejero |
| Como mi hombre Javo, rimas entre diamantes y dorados |
| Mack, mi hermano, fuma solo escuchando jazz |
| Lleva el swing que pone a tus putas a chorrear |
| Viviendo drama, Madrid ciudad |
| Vivo estando muerto y no lo creo al despertar |
| Bocas demasiado sueltas, que dicen «puta» y se lo fardan |
| Una lástima, desmonta ya tus credos, novata (Ya) |
| De ansiedad de quemar una brinda más de roca |
| No se ahoga, guarro, tu Jack Daniel’s en mi almohada (Ah) |
| Drástico hasta la médula y sonando con ganas |
| Mi infancia se largó ya en los 90 |
| Tres, tres partes, sentimiento dividido |
| Fumando, jazz al fondo, sacando sangre al corte |
| Ah, somos lo que somos sin pensar en las carencias |
| Ruina y saciedad, sabor a whisky en la lengua |
| Estamos, como locos por tejados |
| El único que sabe de la calle es el que duerme en ella (Ya) |
| Oh mi Mack, mi Madrid ciudad |
| Vamos a dejar tu huella al borde de la azotea |
| Y luego, luego escaparemos del azar |
| Amándote esta noche porque mañana te largas |
| Uh |
| (translation) |
| Smoking hash between girls in the room |
| Sluts want to be princesses while they swallow cocks between drugs |
| Pipes with nice cars and jewelry |
| For my compadres, hungry boys |
| For the dogs that bite and for those that don't bark |
| For seven lives as an alley cat |
| Like my man Javo, rhymes between diamonds and gold |
| Mack, my brother, smokes alone listening to jazz |
| Take the swing that makes your whores squirt |
| Living drama, Madrid city |
| I live being dead and I don't believe it when I wake up |
| Mouths too loose, that say "bitch" and show it off |
| Too bad, dismantle your creeds now, rookie (Ya) |
| Anxiety to burn one more toast of rock |
| Don't drown, piggy, your Jack Daniel's on my pillow (Ah) |
| Drastic to the core and ringing with gusto |
| My childhood left already in the 90s |
| Three, three parts, split feeling |
| Smoking, jazz in the background, drawing blood to the cut |
| Ah, we are what we are without thinking about the shortcomings |
| Ruin and satiety, whiskey taste on the tongue |
| We are, like crazy on rooftops |
| The only one who knows about the street is the one who sleeps in it (Ya) |
| Oh my Mack, my Madrid city |
| We are going to leave your mark on the edge of the roof |
| And then, then we'll escape from chance |
| Loving you tonight because tomorrow you're leaving |
| uh |