Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Cris, artist - Los Tucanes De Tijuana. Album song El Papá De Los Pollitos, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 01.10.2017
Record label: Tucanes
Song language: Spanish
El Cris(original) |
| Sabian q era muy valiente |
| Y dificil aprenderlo |
| Le calleron a su casa |
| Varia gente del gobierno |
| Pero el cris no rajo leña |
| Y los recibio con cuernos |
| Se agarraron a balazos |
| Policias y traficantes |
| Caian hombres mal heridos |
| Y otros muertos al instante |
| Hasta q lo detuvieron |
| Porque se le acabo el parque |
| Lo llevaron prisionero |
| Pero no acabo el problema |
| Porque su hermano anda suelto |
| Y operando en la frontera |
| Su cartel sigue adelante |
| Aun que la ley no lo quiera |
| Saludos para el compa LEPE |
| Y el compa RP de culiacan sinaloa |
| Policias y federeles |
| La traicion tiene su precio |
| No cumplieron su palabra |
| Y eso es falta de respeto |
| Asi es que no se sorprendan |
| Si ollen cacarear los cuernos |
| Somos gente sinaloense |
| Ya conocen nuestro estilo |
| Se pasaron de la raya |
| Y al cartel han ofendido |
| Por eso es q andan calientes |
| Varios cuernitos de chivo |
| Aunque el jefe no este en casa |
| Su palabra se respeta |
| Son las reglas de la plaza |
| Grabenselo en la cabeza |
| Con la mafia no se juega |
| Y menos con el tres letras |
| Aqui estamos al 100 compa |
| (translation) |
| They knew I was very brave |
| and hard to learn |
| they shut him up at his house |
| various government people |
| But the cris did not split firewood |
| And he received them with horns |
| They were shot |
| Police and traffickers |
| Badly wounded men fell |
| And others killed instantly |
| Until they arrested him |
| because she ran out of park |
| They took him prisoner |
| But I don't finish the problem |
| Because his brother is on the loose |
| And operating on the border |
| His poster of him keeps going |
| Even if the law doesn't want it |
| Greetings to compa LEPE |
| And the RP company from culiacan sinaloa |
| Police and federal |
| betrayal has its price |
| They did not keep their word |
| And that's disrespect |
| So don't be surprised |
| If ollen cluck the horns |
| We are people from Sinaloa |
| You already know our style |
| They crossed the line |
| And they have offended the cartel |
| That's why they're hot |
| Several little goat horns |
| Although the boss is not at home |
| His word is respected |
| They are the rules of the square |
| engrave it on your head |
| You don't play with the mafia |
| And less with the three letters |
| Here we are at 100 compa |