Lyrics of El Surtidor - Psycho Realm

El Surtidor - Psycho Realm
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Date of issue: 16.09.2002
Song language: Spanish

El Surtidor

(original)
Simón
De las calles de Los Angeles
El centro
Pico Unión
Pa' la raza, y pa' los narcos
-¿Qué onda?-
Ahí les va
Trucha!
Ahí viene mi tropa, por tu área
Cuando venimos, Psycho, rezan «Ave María»
Todos se encerraron en casa, ya no salían
Y los que querían pedo, todos caían
Y los vatos que vienen, tienen veneno
Siempre nos joden, pueden comer pene
Quién quiere caile y si se meten
Se puden arreglar con el dobl cuete
Entiendes?
Yo tengo negocio, algo
Que toda la gente piensa ser bien sucio
Vendo mota… ssshhh, no le diga a nadie!
Estoy buscando nueva clientela por estas calles
Ayúdame, mueve producto y así te sale
Mota y feria, pero trabajo
Chale!
Está peladita ese!
Este no sale
Ganando pesos sólo surtiéndole a tus carnales
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Vendo botitas de la yerba mala, pero está buena!
Para sacar el precio, tenemos un sistema:
Veinte bolas de gramo, sesenta, tres y medio
La cuarta sale a cien y la onza a cuatro y medio
Si quieren libra o más, no más nos juntas celillo
Y si dan problemas, usas este remedio:
Fierro, balas, entierro, está bravo el perro
En defensa propia, así es que no hay encierro
Mientras mantengas tu negocio limpio
No vas a tener que usar la cuarenta y cinco
Esté listo, súbele los precios al gringo
Paga tus impuestos y sigue califo al gringo
Un chingo de vatos te van a querer tumbar
Pónte trucha, sino te van a derrumbar
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Pa' mantener a mis tres hijas y a mi familia
Les busco por las calles, vendiéndoles la fina
Esa es mi chamba, el barrio es mi oficina
Búscame, márcame el beeper, por la línea
Entrego a muchos rumbos, sí, vale la pena
Recojo lana por toda la ciudad entera
Espera, no te preocupes, no va a haber guerra
No soy criminal tranzando balasera
No quiero quebrarme la cabeza en un trabajo
Por un cheque pequeño y siempre quedar abajo
Chale!
En esto me quedo y no me muevo
Hasta que una rata me ponga el dedo
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano
Vendiendo mota para ganar feria
Surtiendo la mariguana
Vendiendo la mota buena
Simón
De las calles de Los Angeles
El centro
Pico Unión
Pa' la raza, y pa' los narcos
-¿Qué onda?-
(translation)
Simon
From the streets of Los Angeles
Center
Union Peak
For the race, and for the drug traffickers
-What's up?-
there you go
Trout!
Here comes my troop, for your area
When we come, Psycho, they say "Ave Maria"
They all locked themselves in the house, they didn't go out anymore
And those who wanted to fart, they all fell
And the vatos that come have poison
They always fuck with us, they can eat penis
Who wants caile and if they get involved
They can be arranged with the double cuete
You understand?
I have business, something
That all the people think they are very dirty
I am selling mota… ssshhh, don't tell anyone!
I'm looking for new clientele in these streets
Help me, move product and that's how it comes out
Mota and fair, but I work
Chalet!
That one is skinny!
This one doesn't come out
Earning pesos just supplying your carnal
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling weed to win fair
supplying the marijuana
Selling the good pot
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling weed to win fair
supplying the marijuana
Selling the good pot
I sell booties from the yerba mala, but it's good!
To get the price, we have a system:
Twenty gram balls, sixty, three and a half
The fourth comes out at one hundred and one ounce at four and a half
If you want a pound or more, you just get us together, cellillo
And if they give problems, you use this remedy:
Iron, bullets, burial, the dog is angry
In self defense, that's right there is no lockdown
As long as you keep your business clean
You won't have to use the forty-five
Be ready, raise the prices to the gringo
Pay your taxes and follow the gringo califo
A lot of vatos are going to want to knock you down
Put on trout, otherwise they will knock you down
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling weed to win fair
supplying the marijuana
Selling the good pot
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling weed to win fair
supplying the marijuana
Selling the good pot
To support my three daughters and my family
I look for them in the streets, selling them the fine
That is my job, the neighborhood is my office
Look for me, dial me the beeper, by the line
I deliver to many directions, yes, it's worth it
I collect wool all over the whole city
Wait, don't worry, there will be no war
I'm not a criminal trading bullets
I don't want to break my head in a job
For a small check and always stay down
Chalet!
In this I stay and I do not move
Until a rat puts his finger on me
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling weed to win fair
supplying the marijuana
Selling the good pot
Psycho, crazy, wyno, marijuana
Selling weed to win fair
supplying the marijuana
Selling the good pot
Simon
From the streets of Los Angeles
Center
Union Peak
For the race, and for the drug traffickers
-What's up?-
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