Sangre Malandra

For my comrade
The Chinese Campeche
Alias the 'Chan'
Rest in peace
From mister Pomel
Popopomel
That Maracaibo
Is the Babo
'That'
Is the Babo
'That'
House ba, house ba
'Pure Malandra Blood'
For the neighborhood
Papapara the neighborhood
In Spanish
In Spanish
Babylon house records
Cacacasa babylon records
Pure gone from the mind
A big slap
In Spanish
Because it sounds cooler
Fuck your mother
Than mother fucker

Here comes the one who bursts you
In the face the bottle
Let's see what comes out
More stars
Here comes the one who bursts you
In the face the bottle
Let's see what comes out
Here comes the one who bursts you
In the face the bottle
Let's see what comes out
More stars

'Pure Malandra Blood'

Suddenly in the little room
They shouted
When Pomel got to the mic
Marijuana and drug addict
They locked him up for being cursed
My ex-convict record
Didn't let me work
But who the hell
Takes away my way of singing
To singing not even the spinning tops
That the judicial system gave me
They kept me away from the mess
Of drugs and evil
Original gangster
Born in Caracola
Adopted in Santa Marta
And in Aurora of course
Maracaibo for life
No more hiding my ribs
The tattoo in Chinese ink
With guitar string
Santa Cantarina style
How much Babo
Started scratching the surface

Here comes the one who bursts you
In the face the bottle
Let's see what comes out
More stars
Here comes the one who bursts you
In the face the bottle
Let's see what comes out
Here comes the one who bursts you
In the face the bottle
Let's see what comes out
More stars

'Pure Malandra Blood'

Well, I don't wear Converses
But my Reeboks
To two or three little rappers
Already wrinkled their ibo
Because a bandit
Of my caliber
Has lyrics that ignite
Like fuel
Don't mess with me
You're not a gangster
What you have of thug
'Bro'
I have it of light-skinned
So check
Who knocks down your theater
Assholes like you
In two twenty-eight I disassemble
Don't play dumb anymore
Fucking guys
If you're assholes
You deserve tits
And maybe
I'll get you a pimp
To punish you
And scold you
Because no one has been born
To catch the Babo from the cartel
Don't mess up
Your head
Trying to compete
Because I already know it
I'm the best in free
Get away from here
Your rap is worth shit
If I already fucked up your errand
I'll fuck up the whole store