Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Para Mí Barrio, artist - Vico-C
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Song language: Spanish
Para Mí Barrio(original) |
Tony Touch: Tony Touch! |
Right here with my man, Vico C! |
D’Mingo! |
Dimelo pai', dímelo! |
CORO: |
D’Mingo: Para mi barrio |
Para mi gente de barrio |
Tony Touch: We gon' take this one to the hood! |
D’Mingo: Con mucha inspiración Y mucha dedicación |
Tony Touch: Spanish Harlem, Que es lo que hay? |
D’Mingo: Para mi barrio Para mi gente de barrio |
Tony Touch: La Marqueta! |
D’Mingo: Con mucha inspiración Y mucha dedicación |
Tony Touch: Bounce way, come on! |
Vico C: Soy yo, la Vieja Guardia, la Guardia Vieja |
Y ahora tu que vas a hacer, que traspase la reja? |
Estoy libre, seguro y nada me acompleja |
Que tengo lírica que bien acribillao' los deja |
So comadreja, oye lo que es un bembe |
Que unos tienen su tumbao y otros tienen su hache |
Pero yo vengo cristo céntrico y verlo a usted |
Que no se note a la una y se muera a la tres |
Como lo ves ahora vengo con la decisión |
De hacerlos presa con mis dientes de tiburón |
Con uña de león acechando como un lobo |
Con pan del cielo para los que no son bobos |
Y a los que se conocen como cocorotes |
Que se creen que no hay pistola que los explote |
Sopla pote, que pasa si cuando te pillen |
Cuando disparen pa' donde ti, contigo se guillen |
Por eso estoy avisándote, sigo orientándote |
Y hablándote, enseñándote, preparándote |
Si te consideras mi enemigo, perdonándote |
Es la mejor forma para seguir demostrándote |
Que los que ladran mucho como el perro |
Son los que siempre preparan a su propio entierro |
Después llaman a su mama como los becerros |
Pero quien a hierro mata, muere por el hierro |
Y esa cara, tanto es lo que te sorprende |
Que soy yo quien otra vez a tu nación enciende |
Si me tiras con tus letras, tus letras mato |
Con to' y tu garabato, hay Vico pa' largo rato |
CORO |
Ay bendito, Ay bendito |
You know me and Vico |
Rep the people |
Domingo, súbemelo un poquito |
So I could do me and let go the lethal, yeah! |
From Medina to Carolina |
Dicen que hay reunión en la cima |
D’Mingo: Hay reunión en la cima! |
Tony Touch: Me voy pa' allá justo enseguida |
You know how I do it |
Ain’t nothin to it, what?! |
Calle Luna, leak a packer |
Caseríos, I rapture with the propane |
Always, mi casa es su casa |
But we ain’t got no rooms for no guasa-guasa |
I bang on the track like Ray Barretto |
Tony Touch, homeboy, I keep it ghetto |
I’m up in the lab with the heavy metal |
'Cuz we shuttin' down clowns and bochincheros |
Nena, pity the fool |
'Cuz me and Vico C, from the original school |
We move around the barrio like criminals do |
Plus you love the fact that we subliminal too, word |
Well that’s otra cosa |
For now got your fella up in vida ostra |
Caught you off guard when you seen the posters |
'Cuz I stay livin' that Vida Toca' |
Come on! |
CORO: |
Vico C: He probao' la coca, la ganja, la droga |
También la Metadona, el vino, la rola |
Pero ahora son mis hijos, también mi señora |
Lo que mi Dios me dio pa' estar como estoy ahora |
Podrán criticarme, gritarme, burlarme |
También difamarme, velarme, usarme |
Podrán dispararme, tirarme, rozarme |
Pero jamás esta corona podrán arrancarme |
Provocarme en este día es un error enorme |
Pues tengo pepa que te inyecta y te va dejar mas que conforme |
Pa' que te adorne y te reforme |
Pa' cuando huela a pimpín te abochornes de ser un transformer |
Para saber de lo mejor que esta en la avenida |
Vayan corriendo pa' la tienda y este disco pidan |
Si están metío' en veinte líos donde no hay salida |
Te recomiendo lo mío, pues lo mío es vida |
Ahora escucha lo que viene |
Yo canto lo que te conviene no solo lo que te entretiene |
Los otros cantan sexología |
Y no es para criticar pero mejor es mi filosofía |
Óyeme Tata, escucha a Maria |
Que no hay lírica con mas peso que la mía |
Desde los '80 yo te lo decía |
Que to' las criticas las mato a sangre fría |
Lo repetía y vuelvo con el mismo asunto |
Mas vale estar en el hogar que estar en el punto |
Pal que le teme al aguacero aquí esta el barrunto |
Con mi cantar los masacro a toditos juntos |
(translation) |
Tony Touch: Tony Touch! |
Right here with my man, Vico C! |
D'Mingo! |
Tell me daddy, tell me! |
CHORUS: |
D'Mingo: For my neighborhood |
For my neighborhood people |
Tony Touch: We gon' take this one to the hood! |
D’Mingo: With a lot of inspiration AND a lot of dedication |
Tony Touch: Spanish Harlem, what is there? |
D’Mingo: For my neighborhood For my neighborhood people |
Tony Touch: The Marquee! |
D’Mingo: With a lot of inspiration AND a lot of dedication |
Tony Touch: Bounce way, come on! |
Vico C: It's me, the Old Guard, the Old Guard |
And now what are you going to do, to cross the fence? |
I am free, safe and nothing makes me complex |
That I have lyrics that well riddled' leaves them |
I'm a weasel, hear what a bembe is |
That some have their tomb and others have their hache |
But I come Christ centered and see you |
That it is not noticed at one and dies at three |
As you see it now I come with the decision |
To make them prey with my shark teeth |
With a lion's claw stalking like a wolf |
With bread from heaven for those who are not fools |
And those who are known as cocorotes |
That they believe that there is no gun that will blow them up |
Blow pot, what happens if when they catch you |
When they shoot where you are, with you they will be guillen |
That's why I'm warning you, I keep guiding you |
And talking to you, teaching you, preparing you |
If you consider yourself my enemy, forgiving you |
It is the best way to continue showing yourself |
That those who bark a lot like the dog |
They are the ones who always prepare their own funeral |
Then they call their mom like the calves |
But who kills with iron, dies for iron |
And that face, so much that surprises you |
That it's me who turns your nation on again |
If you throw me with your lyrics, your lyrics kill |
With everyone and your doodle, there is Vico for a long time |
CHORUS |
Oh blessed, Oh blessed |
You know me and Vico |
Rep the people |
Sunday, turn it up for me a little |
So I could do me and let go the lethal, yeah! |
From Medina to Carolina |
They say there's a meeting at the top |
D'Mingo: There's a meeting at the top! |
Tony Touch: I'm going over there right away |
You know how I do it |
Ain't nothin to it, what?! |
Luna Street, leak a packer |
Caseríos, I rapture with the propane |
Always, my house is your house |
But we ain't got no rooms for no guasa-guasa |
I bang on the track like Ray Barretto |
Tony Touch, homeboy, I keep it ghetto |
I'm up in the lab with the heavy metal |
'Cuz we shuttin' down clowns and bochincheros |
Baby, pitty the fool |
'Cuz me and Vico C, from the original school |
We move around the neighborhood like criminals do |
Plus you love the fact that we subliminal too, word |
Well that's something else |
For now got your fella up in oyster life |
Caught you off guard when you see the posters |
'Cuz I stay livin' that Vida Toca' |
Come on! |
CHORUS: |
Vico C: I've tried coca, ganja, drugs |
Also the Methadone, the wine, the rock |
But now they are my children, also my wife |
What my God gave me to be as I am now |
They can criticize me, yell at me, make fun of me |
Also defame me, veil me, use me |
They can shoot me, throw me, brush me |
But never this crown will be able to tear me |
Provoking me on this day is a huge mistake |
Well, I have pepa that injects you and will leave you more than satisfied |
Pa' to adorn you and reform you |
Pa' when it smells like pimpín you're embarrassed to be a transformer |
To know the best that is on the avenue |
Go running to the store and ask for this album |
If they are involved in twenty troubles where there is no way out |
I recommend mine, because mine is life |
Now listen to what's coming |
I sing what suits you, not just what entertains you |
The others sing sexology |
And it is not to criticize but it is better my philosophy |
Listen to me Tata, listen to Maria |
That there is no lyric with more weight than mine |
Since the '80s I told you |
That I kill all the critics in cold blood |
I repeated it and I come back with the same issue |
Better to be at home than to be on point |
Pal who fears the downpour here is the guess |
With my singing I slaughter them all together |