Para Mi Barrio (Feat. Tony Touch And D'Mingo) - Vico-C, Tony Touch, D'Mingo

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

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