Mano A Mano English Translation Lyrics by Victor Mendivil
(feat. Santa Fe Klan)
Alright now, bro (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Pull out the Fercho, that damn high
For the money, the whole crew (La-la-la-la-la)
For the Calicuts, pure Tijuana, crazy
How you see it, fool, huh? (It’s wicked outside)
Since I was a kid, I’ve always packed my heat
Here in my corner, the cops never step in
I got the people’s respect
York, been stacking bills for over ten
Still hitting hard just like mezcal
In the hood, I still act a fool
Rolling with escorts, look like a criminal
Countless times I’ve dodged the pen
Got a vest on my waist for the haters
The lady on the block still keeps me posted
I live it up, this crazy-ass life
Always kicking back, smoking holy green
I’m the first in the clique to jump in
Damn kid gets scared right away
And here we are still making noise, fools
Back in Jalisco, the crews got my back
With my vest, the ride, with Guanajuato
With the snakes, I don’t sign no contracts
We throw block parties all the time
Nothing changes me, I’m still the same dude
I know the government likes us
‘Cause I’m wild and confused
I live how I want
None of them scare me
We’re the ones who run things out there (La-la-la)
And I’m always with my squad everywhere (La-la-la)
When the fight pops off, they always run
When the three’s come, they always hide
Loads of bullets so there’s extra
Here in the hood keeping order
I learned how to ride life’s waves
No fear of what happens, rolling with my clan
Good and bad, I’ve met ‘em all
A couple weak ones we already handled
In high school, ambition showed up
Backpacks full of green, ready to move
The crew asks, “You strapped with a blade?”
I doubt you’d choose death over material
To hell with it, I go all in
Since way back when we worked for Joaquín
What the hell, “How’s that a no?” Whatever’s enough
Tell me how much of what I do is a crime
And I’m rolling deep in the convoy
I don’t give a damn, we handle business
It gets pretty or it gets ugly
I don’t care, and neither does she
And bye, I’m gonna test my luck
WhatsApp? Nah, just Telegram now
For calls, I route ‘em over there
USA’s calling, I’m about to crown
Big Apple, I know Times Square
They know how we do, a girl for the hotel
I want the César Palace, watch how we move
And I want some armored whips over there
Rolling in camo with the SD
With some Cokes on my trip, then bye
I ain’t giving ‘em more
Already told ‘em don’t mess with my phone
I’ll handle it here, mano a mano
Making partners, now they’re like my brother
They know how we do, same with the other dude
I’m on fire and don’t catch the vibe
Got a Lambo now, no more that Honda
Got a Lambo now, no more that Honda