Calle Luna, Calle Sol lyrics

Spanish lyrics based on Willie Colon's "Calle Luna, Calle Sol".
English lyrics by Mangu

Mete la mano en el bolsillo,
saca y abre tu cuchillo y ten cuidao.
Pónganme el oído, en este barrio
a mucho guapo lo han matao.
Calle Luna, Calle Sol.

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There’s this story about
this kid named Tito
For years on the deal-o
His thing was moving kilos
In and out of state
Kept his clientele straight
Holding down games
So he’s sitting on weight
Making mucho money
He was living high class
Already had it all
But quería mucho más.
So he kept running
His negocio peligroso
Quick to take your life
he was a pure Mafioso.

Mete la mano en el bolsillo,
saca y abre tu cuchillo y ten cuidao.
You's got to watch your back on your rear
Pónganme el oído, en este barrio
a mucho guapo lo han matao.
Caus' the hardest drop's been kissed
Calle Luna, Calle Sol.

Then one day they set him up
On the download
Temprano lo chequearon
Y lo expectaron
Tito didn’t know this kid
He shot long ago
Wanted his revenge
Porque no se murió

Tito fue a chequear
Cómo se movía la avenida
To drink a 40 oz
En la bodega de la esquina
Él no vio un carro
Que venía de su lao
With the windows tinted
Cuatro tigres bien armaos

Coro…

Antes que Tito pudo
Hacer algo
Some kids jumped out the ride
Waving guns disparando
Before his piece came out
To see lo que estaba pasando
In a pool of blood
Tito ya estaba nadando
With his gun en mano
And his mom llorando
Crying to his brother
Porque a Tito lo mataron
5-0 get to the scene
investigate lo que pasaba
neighbors saw who did it
but nobody says nada

Oye, fulano, ten cuidao
o te dejan arrancao.

Camina pa'lante y no mires para el lao
Ahora camina, pero bien guiao
Camina pa'lante y no mires para el lao
Aquí en el barrio te tienen mandao
Camina pa'lante y no mires para el lao
No dices que eres guapo, y no lo has probao
Camina pa'lante y no mires para el lao
Podrás acabar como un bacalao
Camina pa'lante y no mires para el lao
Te pones los tenis y sales embalao
Camina pa'lante y no mires para el'lao

Por Dios, deja la malicia
His mom used to always tell him
Money is the root of evil
It will have you best friends
Turning jealous
Everybody feared Tito
But they really had no respect
For this reason
He died alone and
Nobody mourned his death.