Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cumbia Pandillera , by - Santa Fe Klan. Release date: 03.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Cumbia Pandillera(original) |
| Y desde Guanajuato capital |
| (Alzada Films) |
| Ya saben quiénes somos, carnal |
| (El pinche neto en los controles) |
| Los de siempre, haciendo música real |
| (Rap Trap Records) |
| Pa' que to' el barrio se ponga a bailar |
| Siempre resultan ser los de la fiesta |
| Los malandros que miran, pero no se acercan |
| Por toda la ciudad suena cumbia pandillera |
| No paro de celebrarle a esta vida callejera |
| Siempre resultan ser testigos de los problemas |
| Siempre resultan ser los malandros de las fiestas |
| Siempre lo mismo, eso de andar enfiestados |
| Vivimos sin medidas, andamos en todos lados |
| Siempre alterados, así la bailamos |
| Siempre hasta abajo como el tramo tumbado |
| Para allá y pa' acá siempre andamos gozando |
| Llevando fiesta a donde nos paramos |
| Para allá y pa' acá andamos rolando |
| Bailando hasta el piso, tirando el placazo |
| Somos o no somos, nos gustan los problemas |
| Bailamos suavecito a todas las nenas |
| Estilo, crema y nata llevamos en las venas |
| Escucha el cumbión que en las bocinas ya truena |
| Báilale si tú no eres un amargado |
| Báilale si tú eres de los de mi lado |
| Préndele, que la fiesta va empezando |
| Somos los malandros que siempre han criticado |
| Siempre resultan ser los de la fiesta |
| Los malandros que miran, pero no se acercan |
| Por toda la ciudad suena cumbia pandillera |
| No paro de celebrarle a esta vida callejera |
| Siempre resultan ser testigos de los problemas |
| Siempre resultan ser los malandros de las fiestas |
| Apesta a yesca, siempre afuera |
| Siempre se quejan y se ven sirenas |
| Cerveza tras cerveza brindo por esta vida chueca |
| Porque mi vida es como una fiesta |
| Los mismos de siempre son los del ambiente |
| Nos mira mal la gente por ser diferentes |
| Ni falsos, ni chapetes, siempre damos frente |
| Si buscan problemas, andamos bien presentes |
| Y todos bailando, borrachos y marihuanos |
| Hasta el don bailando con su doña, bien enfiestados |
| Los niños brincando del ambiente que nos cargamos |
| Esto va pa' largo, las amigas vienen llegando |
| Siempre resultan ser los de la fiesta |
| Los malandros que miran, pero no se acercan |
| Por toda la ciudad suena cumbia pandillera |
| No paro de celebrarle a esta vida callejera |
| Siempre resultan ser testigos de los problemas |
| Siempre resultan ser los malandros de las fiestas |
| Bo-bo, bo-borrachos y marihua |
| (translation) |
| And from Guanajuato capital |
| (Alzada Films) |
| You already know who we are, carnal |
| (The net clicker in the controls) |
| The usual ones, making real music |
| (Rap Trap Records) |
| So that the whole neighborhood starts to dance |
| They always turn out to be the ones at the party |
| The thugs who look, but do not approach |
| Throughout the city gang cumbia sounds |
| I can't stop celebrating this street life |
| They always turn out to be witnesses to trouble |
| They always turn out to be the thugs at parties |
| Always the same, that partying |
| We live without measures, we walk everywhere |
| Always altered, that's how we dance it |
| Always all the way down like the stretch lying down |
| For there and here we are always enjoying |
| Bringing party where we stand |
| For there and here we are rolling |
| Dancing to the floor, throwing the great square |
| We are or we are not, we like problems |
| We dance softly to all the girls |
| Style, cream and cream we carry in our veins |
| Listen to the cumbion that already thunders in the speakers |
| Dance for him if you're not bitter |
| Dance for him if you are one of those on my side |
| Turn him on, the party is starting |
| We are the thugs who have always criticized |
| They always turn out to be the ones at the party |
| The thugs who look, but do not approach |
| Throughout the city gang cumbia sounds |
| I can't stop celebrating this street life |
| They always turn out to be witnesses to trouble |
| They always turn out to be the thugs at parties |
| Stinks of tinder, always outside |
| They always complain and sirens are seen |
| Beer after beer I toast to this crooked life |
| Because my life is like a party |
| The same as always are those of the environment |
| People look at us badly for being different |
| Neither false, nor escutcheons, we always face |
| If you are looking for problems, we are well present |
| And everyone dancing, drunk and marijuana |
| Even the don dancing with his doña, having a good party |
| The children jumping from the environment that we carry |
| This goes long, the friends are coming |
| They always turn out to be the ones at the party |
| The thugs who look, but do not approach |
| Throughout the city gang cumbia sounds |
| I can't stop celebrating this street life |
| They always turn out to be witnesses to trouble |
| They always turn out to be the thugs at parties |
| Bo-bo, bo-drunks and marijuana |