More songs by Santa Fe Klan
Description
Producer: Angel J. Quezada
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Alfonso Valdez
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Julian Villareal
Recording Engineer: Miguel Ángel Quezada
Lyrics and translation
Original
S-a, ahh
S-a-n-t-a-f-e-m-d-e, ¿cómo la ves?
Toda la noche fumo thc
S-f 473, fumo hierva desde los diez
Por la boca se muere el pez
C-B-D, mary jane, cocaina y LSD
Ando loco a poco no ves
Yo te tumbo en un dos por tres
A-s-e-s-i-n-o, somos la ley, la santa fe
C-r-i-m-i-n-a-l, la gente hace lo que le conviene
Tengo droga en mi ADN, las putas se van y se vienen
A los 16 me fui de mi casa lejos
Deje a mis dos carnalas y a mi viejo
P-o-b-r-e-z-a, yo nunca tuve lujos, siempre faltaba dinero
H-u-m-i-l-d-a-d, la clave para salir desde cero
F-u-e-g-o, a la verga la fama, no se me sube el ego
T-e-r-r-e-n-o de puro pirata navegando por el ghetto
Prende al hachís para andar más gris
Los ojos tumbados, polvo en la nariz
Yo soy de la street, pregúntale al Criss
A-m-o-r para mi país
Súbete al v-u-e-l-o
Enciende el blunt, tú prendelo
Tengo los pies en el s-u-e-l-o
Desde Nuevo León, reviéntelo
Vida baja, vida mala
No me arrepiento de mi triste realidad
La hierba me relaja, drogas y balas
Allá en mi vecindario no hay autoridad
Vida baja, vida mala
No me arrepiento de mi triste realidad
La hierba me relaja, drogas y balas
Allá en mi vecindario no hay autoridad
English translation
Yes, ahh
S-a-n-t-a-f-e-m-d-e, how do you see her?
I smoke THC all night
S-f 473, I've been smoking boil since I was ten
The fish dies through the mouth
C-B-D, Mary Jane, cocaine and LSD
I'm going crazy little by little you don't see
I'll knock you down in two by three
A-s-e-s-i-n-o, we are the law, the holy faith
C-r-i-m-i-n-a-l, people do what suits them
I have drugs in my DNA, whores come and go
At 16 I left home far away
I left my two friends and my old man
P-o-b-r-e-z-a, I never had luxuries, I was always short of money
H-u-m-i-l-d-a-d, the key to starting from scratch
F-u-e-g-o, fuck fame, my ego doesn't rise
T-e-r-r-e-n-o of a pure pirate sailing through the ghetto
Turn on hashish to walk grayer
Eyes downcast, dust in the nose
I'm from the street, ask Criss
Love to my country
Get on the v-u-e-l-o
Light the blunt, you light it
I have my feet in the s-u-e-l-o
From Nuevo León, bust it
Low life, bad life
I do not regret my sad reality
Weed relaxes me, drugs and bullets
There in my neighborhood there is no authority
Low life, bad life
I do not regret my sad reality
Weed relaxes me, drugs and bullets
There in my neighborhood there is no authority