El Tatuado
(Ay no puede ser, lo veo y no lo creo)
Después de cinco años, lo teníamos de regreso
Mijo el mayor que en el norte anduvo preso
Fuimos al aeropuerto a recoger al hijo ausente
Que por culpa de las juntas andaba de delincuente
Teníamos la fiestecita ya en la casa preparada
Pa' que cuando llegara, se diera una atarrajada
Porque andábamos muy gustosos, no lo podíamos creer
Que mijo después de tanto estaba a punto de volver
Más cuando vi a mi muchacho, que se bajó del avión
Ya no lo reconocía, todo guangocho y pelón
Pero lo peor fue en la casa cuando lo vi encuerao'
Ahí sí me dio el ojillo al verlo todo tatuao'
Por qué te tatutis
Pos nomás
Por qué te pintatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te rayatis
Pos nomás
Ya te desgraciatis
You stupid fat ass
Por qué te tatuaste
Pos nomás
Por qué te pintaste
Pos nomás
Por qué te rayaste
Pos nomás
Ya te desgraciaste
You stupid fat ass
En la parte de la nuca, una L y una A
Y abajo en el pescuezo, el nombre de su mamá
Tenía una cruz pintada en uno de sus brazos
Con el nombre de un amigo al que mataron a balazos
Luego trae otro tatuaje, que son dos caras pintadas
Una de ellas está llorando y la otra puras carcajadas
En el otro brazo trae a color una bandera
Y una vieja con sombrero charro y las chichis de fuera
Anda todo bien pintao', desde el codo a la muñeca
Trae un carro, una muerte y un calendario azteca
En el pecho, trae Westside, que creo que ese es su barrio
Y también dos manos juntas que sostiene un rosario
Unas letras chinas tiene y la cabeza de un dragón
Unos dados y entre lumbre al sagrado corazón
En la panza, trae escrita la palabra vato loco
En la espalda, mi apellido y una lágrima en el ojo
Por qué te tatuatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te pintatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te rayatis
Pos nomás
Ya te desgraciatis
You stupid fat ass
Por qué te tatuatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te pintatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te rayatis
Pos nomás
Ya te desgraciatis
You stupid fat ass
Ay, ay, ay
Por eso es que a uno le dan las enfermedades
Por esos sustos, esas penas que le hacen pasar a uno
Miren mi muchacho, me llegó más rayado
Que una pared de este de Los Angeles
Y es que tengo miedo que con esas garras y con tanto tatuají
Me lo vaya a confundir algún policía con un, con un cholo
Le dije: ¿Por qué se pinta? Y no contestó nada
Me dan ganas de bañarlo con pura agua oxigenada
Voy a remojarlo en cloro y a tallarlo con jabón
Miren nomás cuánta letra, ya parece pizarrón
Y lo traen de boca en boca esa gente mitotera
Que anda más rayado que un baño de la central
Central camionera
No hagas eso con tu cuerpo
A ver, dime tú que le hallas
Tú crees que te ves muy bien andando lleno de rayas
Por más que quiero, muchacho, yo no te puedo entender
Se me hace que te tatuaste hasta ya del over there
Por qué te tatuatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te pintatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te rayatis
Pos nomás
Ya te desgraciatis
You stupid fat ass
Por qué te tatuatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te pintatis
Pos nomás
Por qué te rayatis
Pos nomás
Ya te desgraciatis
You stupid fat ass
The Tattooed One
(Oh, it can't be, I see it and I don't believe it)
After five years, we had him back
The eldest son who was imprisoned in the north
We went to the airport to pick up the absent son
That because of the juntas he was a criminal
We already had the party prepared at home
So that when he arrived, he would have a hard time
Because we were so happy, we couldn't believe it
That my son, after so much, was about to return
More when I saw my boy, who got off the plane
I didn't recognize him anymore, all gangocho and bald
But the worst was at home when I saw him naked
That's when I got the eye when I saw him all tattooed
Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass
Why did you get a tattoo?
Well, that's it
Why did you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why did you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You're already unhappy
You stupid fat ass
On the nape of the neck, an L and an A
And down on the neck, the name of his mother
He had a cross painted on one of his arms
With the name of a friend who was shot dead
Then he brings another tattoo, which is two painted faces
One of them is crying and the other is laughing out loud
On the other arm he carries a colored flag
And an old lady with a charro hat and her boobs out
Everything is well painted, from the elbow to the wrist
It brings a car, a death and an Aztec calendar
On his chest he has Westside, which I think is his neighborhood
And also two hands together holding a rosary
It has some Chinese letters and the head of a dragon
A few dice and a light to the sacred heart
On his belly, he has the word "vato loco" written on it
On my back, my last name and a tear in my eye
Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass
Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass
Oh, oh, oh
That's why one gets diseases
For those scares, those sorrows that make one go through
Look at my boy, he came to me more scratched
That a wall of this Los Angeles
And I'm afraid that with those claws and so many tattoos
I hope some policeman confuses him with a, with a cholo
I asked him: Why do you paint yourself? And he didn't answer anything
I feel like bathing him with pure hydrogen peroxide
I'm going to soak it in bleach and scrub it with soap
Just look at all the letters, it already looks like a blackboard
And these gossipmongers bring it by word of mouth
He's more scratched than a bathroom at the power station
Central bus station
Don't do that with your body
Let's see, tell me what you find
You think you look great walking around covered in stripes
As much as I want to, boy, I can't understand you
I think you already tattooed yourself over there
Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass
Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass