La Reina (part. LA CEBOLLA)
Hija de la calle
Mujer de El Chino
La Reina gobierna el negocio desde su trono
A la Reina le gustan los morados, los de quinientos
Pasó una infancia complicada
No le daba a la lengua
Era más bien callada
Se le daba mejor
Sumar y multiplicar
Se crio en un orfanato
De la capital
Sin el cariño
De papá y mamá
Llena de vacío
Alma ensangrentada
Profundas cicatrices dejan marca
La consorte del diablo
La matriarca
La Reina es la que manda
Luce diamantes
Lleva un flow Rosalía
Controla los puntos
Vigila las guarderías
Y le lleva lo suyo
Al jefe de la policía
Desde chica se ha buscado
Los jurdeles
Desde que el príncipe salía
En los papeles
Aunque no pertenezca
A la monarquía
A la reina de la tana
Se le rinde pleitesía
Mi madre es la calle
Me busco el dinero para que no falte
Siempre maquinando
No quiero que falle
Me lo busco sola
No me fío de nadie
El Chino está engolfado
Se la lía
Siempre tomando, ensirocao'
Se relía
Ha coronado de blanca
Roneando desde que se levanta
Todo el día
No confía
Es la reina de la tana
Al que no pague
Lo raja con la catana
Parece musulmana
Parece gitana
Es andaluza
De sangre cristiana
La Reina y el Chino tratan con la mexicana
Cincuenta mil para el jefe de la aduana
Conectados con la rusa y con la italiana
Están investigados por la norteamericana
Mi madre es la calle
Me busco el dinero para que no falte
Siempre maquinando
No quiero que falle
Me lo busco sola
No me fío de nadie
Lo que haga una mano
La otra, que no lo vea
Y si das tu palabra
La cumples sea como sea
El honor y el respeto se ganan
En la pelea
La boquita cerrada
Y la verdad nunca
Te la creas
Mi madre es la calle
Me busco el dinero para que no falte
Siempre maquinando
No quiero que falle
Me lo busco sola
No me fío de nadie
The Queen (feat. LA CEBOLLA)
Daughter of the street
Woman of El Chino
The Queen rules the business from her throne
The Queen likes the purples, the five hundred ones
She had a complicated childhood
She didn't talk much
She was rather quiet
She was better at
Adding and multiplying
She grew up in an orphanage
In the capital
Without the love
Of mom and dad
Full of emptiness
Bloody soul
Deep scars leave a mark
The devil's consort
The matriarch
The Queen is the one in charge
Wearing diamonds
Rocking a Rosalía flow
Controlling the points
Watching over the nurseries
And giving her share
To the police chief
Since she was a little girl she's been looking for
The brothels
Ever since the prince was in
The papers
Even though she doesn't belong
To the monarchy
The queen of the hideout
Is worshipped
My mother is the street
I look for money so it doesn't run out
Always scheming
I don't want to fail
I look for it myself
I don't trust anyone
El Chino is deep in it
He messes up
Always drinking, messed up
He gets high
He's crowned in white
Snorting since he wakes up
All day
He doesn't trust
He's the queen of the hideout
If you don't pay
He'll slash you with the machete
He looks Muslim
He looks Gypsy
He's Andalusian
Of Christian blood
The Queen and El Chino deal with the Mexican
Fifty thousand for the customs chief
Connected with the Russian and the Italian
They're being investigated by the American
My mother is the street
I look for money so it doesn't run out
Always scheming
I don't want to fail
I look for it myself
I don't trust anyone
What one hand does
The other shouldn't see
And if you give your word
You keep it no matter what
Honor and respect are earned
In the fight
Keep your mouth shut
And never believe
The truth
My mother is the street
I look for money so it doesn't run out
Always scheming
I don't want to fail
I look for it myself
I don't trust anyone