El Malo de La Tía
Los que un día lo miraron afirman
Que el malo entre la cintura y el cinto portó su 380
No esperaba como le llegaron con la falda puesta
No esperaba iba a ser más desvelos y dormir les cuesta
Desde morro pensaba y ni se imaginaba
Comprarse la troquita que solo miraro en sus sueños
A los años le aprendió a la vida y supo hacer dinero
Se vio entre gente muy importante y se ganó el respeto
Fue buen hombre aunque malo le decía su raza
Lo valioso lo tenía en su casa
Su princesa su madre y mujer
Ese viejo que lloró cuando miro la caja
Piense y piense no más se la pasa
Desde que su orgullo se le fue
Es diciembre y no van a llegar a enero
Ya traen luz verde de los meros buenos
Sobre aquel pavimento andaba contento
Cuando a la pata le dio fondo en aquel deportivo
Se fue riendo y vive su recuerdo
Porque fue mi amigo
Calorón de agosto te llevaste al que imponía el peligro
En aquel restaurante llegaba elegante y pa los mariscos
De culichi eran sus preferidos
Dos dispar0s se escuchan en seco y dejaron casquillos
El menú se les mancho de s'angre y respondió el amigo
Fue buen hombre aunque malo le decía su raza
Lo valioso lo tenía en su casa
Su princesa su madre y mujer
Ese viejo que lloró cuando miro la caja
Piense y piense no más se la pasa
Desde que su orgullo se le fue
Es diciembre y no van a llegar a enero
Ya traen luz verde de los meros buenos
The Bad Guy from Auntie
Those who once looked at him affirm
That the bad guy carried his .380 between his waist and belt
He didn't expect how they came at him with the skirt on
He didn't expect it would be more sleepless nights and they struggle to sleep
Since he was a kid, he thought and never imagined
Buying the truck he only saw in his dreams
Over the years, he learned about life and knew how to make money
He found himself among very important people and earned respect
He was a good man even though his race called him bad
He had what was valuable in his home
His princess, his mother, and wife
That old man who cried when he saw the box
Thinks and thinks, that's all he does
Since his pride left him
It's December and they won't make it to January
They already have the green light from the real good ones
He walked happily on that pavement
When he floored it in that sports car
He left laughing and lives on in memory
Because he was my friend
In the scorching heat of August, you took away the one who imposed danger
In that restaurant, he arrived elegantly and ordered seafood
Culichi was his favorite
Two shots rang out and left casings
The menu was stained with blood and the friend responded
He was a good man even though his race called him bad
He had what was valuable in his home
His princess, his mother, and wife
That old man who cried when he saw the box
Thinks and thinks, that's all he does
Since his pride left him
It's December and they won't make it to January
They already have the green light from the real good ones