Si Te Vienen a Contar - Cartel de Santa

4: 20 de la madrugada

La hora adecuada

Yo no me ando con mamadas

Y los bajo de volada

Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Ahora es el momento, demuestre que es violento

Que sí le vale verga y que trae un armamento

Que su gente los respalda para las drogas y las armas

Y que aparte trae un buen adiestramiento

Que se habla con el ejercito, no es cierto

Que se habla con los azules, no es cierto

Que se entiende con la maña, que muerde como piraña

Y si piensa que me apaña, eso no es cierto

El momento, el momento es ahora

No a la hora de la hora, porque luego no le atora

Se lo digo de cora, como tú he mirado varios

Que se pintan de sicarios y resultan lo contrario

Dicen que son de barrio, que fueron pandilleros

No tienen expediente, ya chequeé y son puro pedo

Para hacerlo verdadero, nomas se ocupa huevos

Quizá nacer de nuevo, pero no ser embustero

Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

No se pinte de pelón, si viene del reggaeton

Justin Bieber trae tatuajes y eso no lo hace cabrón

Panochón, a ver diga que es de neta

Que la calle lo respeta y que su lírica es honesta

Que no es otra muñeca, como Daddy Yankee

Que llego de jefe y al final tiró la Barbie

Diga que es un gángster, diga que es un malandro

Perra como quiera, nadie lo baja del liandro

Actitud de chango, de todo se columpia

A todos nos menciona y a todos nos la chupa

Pambazo en la nuca, al estilo de los guachos

Por acá en el norte se le llama chiricuaso

Pedí para el muchacho, sin hacerte promoción

Lo que hizo en caricatura, yo lo hice después del show

Pregúntale a el Snoop con quien se fumó la mota

Cállate la boca y toma lo que te toca

Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Tira tu liriquilla tú solito contra mí

O si quieres todo el team, yo llegué a ponerle fin

Aquí nadie va a morir, aquí nadie va a sangrar

Es solo cuestión de rap, como Biggie con 2pac

Risa es lo que dan, copian como cantan

Las letras se roban, como llegan se van

Ya se enteró papá quién le tiró a los fans

Y ahora por mamonsito de retache va pa' atrás

Le quiso acomodar, pero ya no le salió

El Babo ya te oyó y hasta te escribió canción

Chamaquito cachetón, es hipócrita y culón

Se que me miro mamón, pero el wey se lo buscó

Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Si te vienen contar cositas malas de mí

Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui

Yo mero, el mero mero culero

Y cuando quiera, aquí lo espero

Y donde lo tope, pues ahí mero

Si ya sabe de que lado me rosa la truza

Del que me cuelga la riata

Puro pinche Cartel de Santa a la verga compa

Y déje la calle a ver si es cierto todas

Las pinches mamadas que canta wey

4:20 in the morning

the right time

I do not go with blowjobs

And I fly them down

If they come to tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

If they tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

Now is the time, show that you are violent

That yes he doesn't care and that he brings an armament

That their people back them for drugs and guns

And that apart brings a good training

That they talk with the army, it is not true

That you talk to the blues, it's not true

That gets along with the morning, that bites like a piranha

And if you think you can handle me, that's not true

The time, the time is now

Not at the time of the hour, because then it doesn't get stuck

I tell you this from cora, like you I have watched several

Who paint themselves as assassins and turn out to be the opposite

They say they are from the neighborhood, that they were gang members

They have no file, I already checked and they are pure fart

To make it true, it only takes eggs

Maybe be born again, but not be a liar

If they come to tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

If they tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

Don't paint yourself bald, if you come from reggaeton

Justin Bieber has tattoos and that doesn't make him a bastard

Panochón, let's see say it's from neta

That the street respects him and that his lyrics are honest

That is not another doll, like Daddy Yankee

That I came as a boss and in the end he threw the Barbie

Say he's a gangster, say he's a thug

Bitch as he wants, nobody gets him off the hook

Monkey attitude, everything swings

He mentions us all and he sucks us all

Pambazo on the neck, in the style of the guachos

Here in the north it is called chiricuaso

I ordered for the boy, without promoting you

What he did in cartoon, I did after the show

Ask the Snoop he smoked pot with

Shut your mouth and take what you get

If they come to tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

If they tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

Throw your liriquilla alone against me

Or if you want the whole team, I came to put an end to it

No one here will die, no one here will bleed

It's just a matter of rap, like Biggie with 2pac

Laughter is what they give, they copy how they sing

The letters are stolen, as they arrive they leave

Dad already found out who threw the fans

And now because of the retache mamonsito he goes back

He wanted to accommodate him, but he no longer came out

Babo already heard you and even he wrote you a song

Little cheeky boy, he's a hypocrite and a big ass

I know he looked at me sucker, but the wey asked for it

If they come to tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

If they tell you bad things about me

Tell them yes, that I told you that I did

I mere, the mere mere culero

And whenever you want, here I wait for you

And where I hit it, well, right there

If you already know which side the truza rose for me

From which my riata hangs

Pure fucking Cartel de Santa a la verga compa

And leave the street to see if it's all true

The fucking blowjobs that wey sings