Yerba Mala - Vico-C

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

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