Vengo de la Calle - Santaflow, Aitor

Esto se va a poner bien serio

Estamos bien rankiaos

Papi, sal de enmedio

Tú ya sabes quiénes son

De la calle vienen con todo el swag y todo el flow

Vente y canta la canción

Vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle

Vengo de la calle, oye no te engaño, compa

Vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle

Vengo de la calle, tuve que ir a hacer la compra

Yo vengo de la calle, soy un tipo dangerous

He tenido que pausar mi partida al Mario Bros

Con la lista de la compra, rumbo hacia el supermercado

Yo no quiero la voz ronca, hoy saldré bien abrigado

Homie, ya se avecina la tormenta

Nigga, abrígate bien la garganta

Si vas a salir a la calle, ten cuidado

La gripe no es una broma, yo estoy preparado

Tengo swag, swag, entre bombos y cajas

Vaselina en mi boca y la ropa de las rebajas

No tengo M-16, ni Glock-17

Yo tengo PS3 y la Nintendo DS

Peligroso… la calle dicta mi verdad

El semáforo está en rojo, chico, tienes que mirar

Tú puedes hacer lo que quieras

Pero ni de coña se me ocurrirá cruzar

Respeto la seguridad vial, y tengo a mis negros detrás

Porque, porque, porque…

Vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle

Vengo de la calle, oye no te engaño, compa

Vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle

Vengo de la calle, tuve que ir a hacer la compra

Óyeme (hermano), la vaina está así (¿Cómo?)

La calle está bien dura en Madrid (bien dura)

Una gripe te acecha en cada esquina

En invierno mejor respira por la nariz

Y en el verano los niños están que trinan

Llenan globitos de agua que hasta te tiran

Y no recurras a nadie porque imagina…

No miran bien en el barrio a los que se chivan

Vivo en la jungla de asfalto

Llena de animales, carros y gamberros (¿eh?)

Ve con los ojos abiertos

O puedes pisar una caca de perro (¡buag!)

Me ha regalado mi mamá

Unas zapas adidas y piso el cemento (bien)

Y ahora me tiene pillado

Me pide recados recados a cada momento (voy)

Tengo a mi gente del barrio

Metida en su casa pegándose tiros (bang!)

Juegan a un shooter online

Y yo estoy en calle pasando este frío (¡brrr!)

No puedo ni hacer pintadas

Desde las ventanas vigilan las viejas (yo)

Quiero volver a casita y grabar este track con su moraleja

Y es que yo, yo, yo…

Vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle

Vengo de la calle, oye no te engaño, compa

Vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle, vengo de la calle

Vengo de la calle, tuve que ir a hacer la compra

Sonando groso (Vengo de la calle)

Con mi negro Santaflow (Vengo de la calle)

Con mi Aitor, -Tú sabes (Vengo de la calle)

Desde España, desde la calle, ¿¡cómo es?!

Pa' toda Latinoamérica (Vengo de la calle)

(Ha-ha!) Vengo de la calle

(Ha-ha!) Vengo de la calle

Ya tú sabes como es papi, la cosa está dura

Eso dijo ella…

This is going to get serious

We are well ranked

Daddy, get out of the way

you already know who they are

From the street they come with all the swag and all the flow

Come and sing the song

I come from the street, I come from the street, I come from the street

I come from the street, hey I'm not fooling you, compa

I come from the street, I come from the street, I come from the street

I come from the street, I had to go shopping

I come from the street, I'm a dangerous guy

I had to pause my game to Mario Bros

With the shopping list, heading to the supermarket

I do not want the hoarse voice, today I will go out warm

Homie, the storm is coming

Nigga, keep your throat warm

If you are going to go out on the street, be careful

The flu is not a joke, I am prepared

I have swag, swag, between drums and boxes

Vaseline in my mouth and the sale clothes

I don't have M-16, nor Glock-17

I have PS3 and Nintendo DS

Dangerous… the street dictates my truth

The light is red, boy, you have to look

You can do whatever you want

But no way will it occur to me to cross

I respect road safety, and I got my blacks behind

Because, because, because...

I come from the street, I come from the street, I come from the street

I come from the street, hey I'm not fooling you, compa

I come from the street, I come from the street, I come from the street

I come from the street, I had to go shopping

Listen to me (brother), the pod is like this (How?)

The street is very hard in Madrid (very hard)

A flu lurks in every corner

In winter it is better to breathe through your nose

And in the summer the children are that sing

They fill little balloons with water that they even throw at you

And don't turn to anyone because you imagine...

They do not look well in the neighborhood at those who tell

I live in the asphalt jungle

Full of animals, cars and thugs (huh?)

Go with your eyes open

Or you can step in dog poop (boo!)

My mom gave me

Some adidas sneakers and I step on the cement (good)

And now she's got me

She asks me for errands every moment (I go)

I have my people from the neighborhood

Stuck in her house shooting herself (bang!)

They play an online shooter

And I'm out in the street feeling this cold (brrr!)

I can't even do graffiti

From the windows watch the old ones (me)

I want to go back home and record this track with its moral

And it is that I, I, I…

I come from the street, I come from the street, I come from the street

I come from the street, hey I'm not fooling you, compa

I come from the street, I come from the street, I come from the street

I come from the street, I had to go shopping

Sounding rude (I come from the street)

With my black Santaflow (I come from the street)

With my Aitor, -You know (I come from the street)

From Spain, from the street, how is it?!

For all of Latin America (I come from the street)

(Ha-ha!) I come from the street

(Ha-ha!) I come from the street

You already know how it is daddy, things are hard

That's what she said…