Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cumbia Pandillera, artist - Santa Fe Klan.
Date of issue: 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 |