Cumbia Pandillera - Santa Fe Klan

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

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