Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yerba Mala, artist - Vico-C
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: Spanish
Yerba Mala(original) |
El que cree que yerba mala no muere… Que cuente |
A los que ya se han ido… |
Yerba Mala cogió sus metales |
Saliendo es su lexus pa' la patronales |
A ver si veia a los tipos que habían robao' en su punto |
Los busco por las grandes ciudades |
Y cuando se acercaban las navidades |
Los pudo mandar caminando en la calle a toditos juntos |
Y de lejos se oyeron tiros saliendo de la 9 y la 30−30 |
Yerba Mala pudo lograr que la muerte les cayera como tormenta |
Y un niñito que lo vio todo corrio para esconderse en una tienda |
Yerba Mala se fue a cubrir en la quinta enmienda |
El niito creció poco a poco |
Y se fue involucrando en ese Mundo loco |
Donde las esquinas apestan a plomo y los cuerpos A sangre… |
Le metieron dentro e' la cabeza |
Los que trabajaban encima de la mesa |
Que para montarse siempre se empieza conociendo al grande |
Y aquel niñito que ya era un hombre |
No para hasta encontrarae una buena pala |
Y ese fue lo mejor que hizo pa' poder reencontrarse con yerba Mala |
Yerba Mala le dijo pasa |
Y sientate conmigo aqui en mi sala |
Y le entro una 45 con Muchas balaaaaaas |
Con el arma el jovencito a yerba mala confronto |
Y gritando le pregunto Que si se acordaba |
De la masacre que cuando nio en su Propio barrio organizo |
Y que su padre entre las victimas se Encontraba |
Y apuntando le disparo |
Y yerba mala al piso cayó (se murio) |
Su pecado no confeso, y su alma no se salvo |
Como podria imaginar que el jovencito le iba a tirar |
El mismo dia que le daria la confianza pa' trabajar… |
El muchacho de allí salió (se fugo) |
Y con el punto se quedó (lo cogio) |
Y todo el mundo lo respetó, al saber lo que sucedió (oigalo) |
Su bandera vino a plantar y quién lo iba a criticar |
Si los que matan son los que viven |
Y el que esta muerto Se va a enterrar… |
Yerba mala ya fue olvidado, igual que los que el mismo |
Habia eliminado, y los planes bonitos que habia soñado estan |
Bajo tierra… |
Y un sobrino que lo idolatraba |
Tremenda venganza ya tiene Planeada |
Viviendo en el cuento que nunca se acaba |
Y empieza otra guerra |
Empieza otra guerra, ohhhh yeah |
Que se repite la misma cosa |
(translation) |
He who believes that bad grass does not die... Let it count |
To those who have already left... |
Yerba Mala took its metals |
Leaving is her Lexus of hers for the bosses |
Let's see if he saw the guys who had robbed at his point |
I look for them in the big cities |
And when Christmas approached |
She could send them all walking down the street together |
And from afar shots were heard coming out of 9 and 30−30 |
Yerba Mala was able to make death fall on them like a storm |
And a little boy who saw it all ran to hide in a store |
Yerba Mala went to cover on the fifth amendment |
The little boy grew little by little |
And he got involved in that crazy world |
Where the corners stink of lead and the bodies of blood... |
They put him inside his head |
Those who worked above the table |
That to ride you always start by knowing the big one |
And that little boy who was already a man |
Don't stop until you find a good shovel |
And that was the best thing he did to be able to meet again with yerba Mala |
Yerba Mala told him pass |
And sit with me here in my living room |
And I put a 45 with many bullets |
With the weapon the young man confronted bad grass |
And shouting I ask him if he remembered |
Of the massacre that when he was a child in his own neighborhood he organized |
And that his father among the victims was found |
And aiming I shoot |
And bad grass fell to the floor (died) |
His sin he did not confess, and his soul was not saved |
How could he imagine that the young man was going to throw him |
The same day that he would give her the confidence to work… |
The boy over there got out (he ran away) |
And with the point he stayed (he took it) |
And everyone respected him, knowing what happened (hear it) |
His flag of him came to plant and who was going to criticize him |
If those who kill are those who live |
And he who is dead is going to bury himself... |
Yerba mala was already forgotten, just like those that he himself |
He had eliminated, and the pretty plans he had dreamed of are |
Underground… |
And a nephew who idolized him |
Tremendous revenge already has Planned |
Living in the story that never ends |
And start another war |
Start another war, ohhhh yeah |
That the same thing is repeated |