Aranjuez
Aranjuez sin ti
Soy un fantasma por las calles, sin tu amor
Con el gabán cubro mi pena, mi dolor
Y en la llovizna de este invierno está tu adiós
You ain't got no wins in mi casa (¡Ajá!)
You ain't got no wins in mi casa (¡Ey, yo'!)
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
¿Qué te pasa? (Pa-pa-pasa)
Este barrio nos parió por cesárea (ajá)
Innecesaria guerra que no cesaría de Medallo parias (Aranjuez)
Es el idioma de las balas
Breques, precios, cifras, aquí todo se dispara
Las casas se abrazan cuando dormimos
Tan estrechas que todos soñamos lo mismo
Desde temprano martilla el vecino
Territorio bautizao' por colonos, habitao' por campesinos
Mi primer cassetto, se lo robé al Comegatos
Por ser de Aranjuez casi me mata en Santa Cruz un santo (aranjuez)
Es un monstruo
Si me voy nada cambia, lo combato desde adentro
Tanto amor me puede matar (sí, sí)
Tengo espejos de soldados como Nipsey
El fuerte sobrevive, Priscos miles
Somos la sangre nueva que solo se derrama en graffitis
Entre amores y atracos, llueve y hace calor
Podés oler mi rap como el vapor que sale de este asfalto
(Aranjuez) Estado mental
Me da y me quita, me quita y me da, mi fafá
Paredes decoradas con grafitis del SEM
Lomas empinadas que se asoman, vengan a ver
Corriendo en picada la muerte va en una DT
No hay parada, moriré pintando a lo Pedro Nel, amén
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
¿Qué te pasa? (Pa-pa-pasa)
Cables de luz con guayos colgaos'
De alguno que sus sueños le apagaron, vidas de contrabando
(Aranjuez) Barrio bajo, gente altanera
La calle no es pa' todos te recomiendo la acera
La virgen de la B nos deja jurar en vano
Las estatuas no creen en los humanos
Dejen quieto al sano, respete la vieja escuela
Si pisan esta escala de valores, se resbalan
Espérame despierta porque voy a volver
Yo sé que me extrañas en la esquina donde te amé (Aranjuez)
Huele a rimas, huele a ron, problemas, brandy Domecq
Crecen espinas en cada jardín en donde oriné
Solares sin paneles, aquí el que no tiene alias
Es porque no lo quiere nadie
Esclavos del Éxito arruinando mercaderes
Apoye la economía del barrio, no se duerma en los laureles
Es el barrio de la A a la Z
Moriremos con las Timberland puestas
(Aranjuez) Estado mental
Me da y me quita me quita y me da, mi fafá
Paredes decoradas con grafitis del SEM
Lomas empinadas que se asoman, vengan a ver
Corriendo en picada la muerte va en una DT
No hay parada, moriré pintando a lo Pedro Nel, amén
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
¿Qué te pasa? (Pa-pa-pasa)
La moraleja de vivir aquí
Es que pa' donde mires tienes que subir
La moraleja de vivir aquí
Es que pa' donde mires tienes que subir
Aranjuez
Aranjuez without you
I'm a ghost in the streets, without your love
With my coat I cover my sorrow, my pain
And in the drizzle of this winter is your goodbye
You ain't got no wins in my house (Aha!)
You ain't got no wins in my house (Hey, yo'!)
You ain't got no wins in my house
What's wrong? (W-w-what's wrong)
This neighborhood gave birth to us by Caesarean section (aha)
Unnecessary war that would not cease by Medallo Parias (Aranjuez)
It is the language of bullets
Breaks, prices, figures, everything is going through the roof here
Houses hug each other when we sleep
So close that we all dream the same thing
The neighbor has been hammering since early in the morning
Territory baptized by settlers, inhabited by peasants
My first cassette, I stole it from Comegatos
Because I'm from Aranjuez, a saint almost killed me in Santa Cruz (Aranjuez)
It's a monster
If I leave nothing changes, I fight it from within
So much love can kill me (yes, yes)
I have mirrors of soldiers like Nipsey
The strong survives, Priscos thousands
We are the new blood that is only spilled in graffiti
Between love and robberies, it's raining and it's hot
You can smell my rap like the steam coming off this asphalt
(Aranjuez) Mental state
He gives me and takes away, he takes away and gives me, my fafá
Walls decorated with SEM graffiti
Steep hills looming, come and see
Death is running in a tailspin on a DT
There is no stopping, I will die painting like Pedro Nel, amen
You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
What's wrong? (W-w-what's wrong)
'Light cables with hanging wires'
Of some whose dreams were extinguished, smuggled lives
(Aranjuez) Slum, haughty people
The street is not for everyone, I recommend the sidewalk
The Virgin of B lets us swear in vain
Statues don't believe in humans
Leave the healthy alone, respect the old school
If you step on this scale of values, you slip
Wait for me awake because I'm coming back
I know you miss me in the corner where I loved you (Aranjuez)
It smells like rhymes, it smells like rum, problems, Domecq brandy
Thorns grow in every garden where I urinate
Solar panels without panels, here the one who does not have an alias
It's because nobody wants it
Slaves of Success ruining merchants
Support the neighborhood economy, don't rest on your laurels
It is the neighborhood from A to Z
We will die with Timberlands on
(Aranjuez) Mental state
He gives me and takes away from me, he takes away from me and gives to me, my fafá
Walls decorated with SEM graffiti
Steep hills looming, come and see
Death is running in a tailspin on a DT
There is no stopping, I will die painting like Pedro Nel, amen
You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
What's wrong? (W-w-what's wrong)
The moral of living here
It's that wherever you look you have to go up
The moral of living here
It's that wherever you look you have to go up
Escrita por: Carlos Andres Fonnegra Restrepo / Juan Carlos Fonnegra Toro