No hoy ni mañana [English translation]
No hoy ni mañana [English translation]
It won't be today, nor tomarow, but il leave whenever the hell I want to.
All my enemies I'm gathering up, well in my school not even books we used.
As a little kid I carried a pack of shells, later they trusted me with an AK.
With time I learned to clean them, I made myself a bullet to blow them up.
Now I'm in charge of, from orders from Mayo, in this border I'm the boss.
Alittle take care of the weapons, a couple of bodyguards so theirs no back stabbers.
3 guarding, walk in the front, 4 bulletproof cars waiting for the boss.
5 offices in Sonora, when they party you hear drums.
All of us together, were never late, 6 is the code they take care of.
I came to make history, that code is making me, shoot at enemies.
They follow and break them.
Neither today nor tomarow il leave the plaza, now Chicali is like my home.
We came and are here standing in front, all of a sudden everything gets hot.
My people get active, the scene is murder, the front changes.
The place looks sickening.
I have my people, very aware, they think I have my people close.
Their very active for these kinds of services, they stomp and flatten their enemies.
Take care of the plaza, cover the terrain, a couple of minutes ago I killed two jackers.
Some like the ones that wanna feed off of my earnings, I don't work for freeloaders.
I don't need a sign, I ain't a messenger, in a couple words they name me Sergio.
Not everything is mine, but if theirs plazas, that with my name and my number thats all they need.
Theirs only one guy and he was my teacher, balls and style he deserves respect.
Since a kid I pictured myself in the way, guns grenades cars and groups.
How I remember the bodyguards of the kid, when I started war didn't stop.
I went my way, I went into danger, now all you see is shells flying.
Neither today nor tomarow il leave the plaza, now Chicali is like my home.
We came and are here standing in front, all of a sudden everything gets hot.
My people get active, the scene is murder, the front changes.
The place looks sickening.
- Artist:Gerardo Ortiz