Calles Calles

If you sing out of tune, death or the police will come knocking
My rhymes are the goods
That you dreamed of when you were asleep
On the street of the charle, no pigeonholing is accepted
Spy, take another route, here they robbed the Virgin Mary
I continue with a thousand philosophies of distrusting those who trust me
The youngest one drops a chain, smokes a blond and drinks a cold one
The one with you goes for the one without rank or swagger
They release me in a band like an unwanted kite
Don't play dumb when you get robbed, or they'll stab you
Their damn selves don't complain alone
The Tigers of the charles on the court making noise
And the angry ones in the mines
Hitting hard and causing trouble
In San Carlos there's a corner
Where all the kids gather
The choir of little thieves,
The robbers and the sniffers
The neighbor is already drunk, that's why
He doesn't send his daughter out
The neighbor goes out in a frenzy
If a fight breaks out and it's serious
She grabs her skirt and gets going
If she sees that the trouble is now with a weapon
Your crew pulls out a gun, then my crew pulls out a rocket
Joa studies, pigeons, respect

(Chorus x2)
Street is street
Corner is corner
Watch out on the avenue
For the out-of-tune DT
Street is street
Deaths daily
Minors get pregnant
That's my neighborhood

There's no owner on the street
The kids are in the dark circles
They go to school with tobacco in their lunchbox
I have a buddy who does it with anyone
He's got a problem with his fridge's knob
Dead from a chilena
A daily scene
Problems for breakfast
Problems for dinner
The rage to the disobedient
Runs through his veins
The minors give money, buddy
Without feeling sorry for you
I hear comments when I see the sun rise
Did you hear they arrested or killed the kid
Hey, I can't stand it, I look for trouble early
Get involved, it's settled
And he gives his cut to anyone
Baptized by the grandmother (damn kid)
With his feet ready for drugs, that's his big job
Machete, knives, knives smeared with garlic
They won't stop if you're nothing
They'll bring you down
The minors with grajo (hey) singing out of tune
As if that thing isn't theirs, they're giving it away
She wants to give and the kid wants to give
The prettiest one is pregnant but she's underage
The patience of the man in front with his pretty granddaughter
Has screwed half the neighborhood and still doesn't have tits
The lady doesn't care
And doesn't respect the dad
Two kids and pregnant
(Oh my god) he reached the goal

(Chorus x2)
Street is street
Corner is corner
Watch out on the avenue
For the out-of-tune DT
Street is street
Deaths daily
Minors get pregnant
That's my neighborhood