Gu3rr4 Lyrics (English Translation) – Santa Fe Klan, Zimple

Read the full Gu3rr4 (English Translation) lyrics by Santa Fe Klan and Zimple along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Santa Fe Klan’s music, you can also explore La Pasta and TARANTINO, two other songs by Santa Fe Klan.

C-Kan and Tornillo keep barking loud,
But back in the hood their whole mess falls down.
Big damn names, big stories they spin,
Through the speakers they talk, but it’s paper-thin.
When the hangover hits, their whole setup breaks,
Tornillo’s all noise and the words that he sprays.

But truth is, he ain’t got enough when the tables turn,
Back around to C-Kan and the lessons learned.
Feels heavy from the shadow he used to drag,
But weight means nothing if the streets don’t back your flag.
Talking face to face while they hold that stare,
Too much mouth for shoulders that ain’t carrying their share.

I didn’t come from a photo or some show for the crowd,
I was built through the dirt with my people, standing proud.
Too many dogs barking, too much damn display,
One poses like a gangster, one hides away.
I come straight from the soil, mud up to my neck,
You’re all decoration with loud mouths to protect.
Don’t push it if you can’t take it.

Damn showcase mouths,
Talking stupid all day,
But when it gets real,
They turn timid and fade.
All noise, all hype,
All posing, all disguise,
I came straight from the damn dirt,
Not from some different side.

(??) You got fangs, but they never made the grade here,
One thing’s getting famous, another facing fear.
And Tornillo with his talk trying hard to play tough,
Put a little pressure on him and he’s folding up.
Don’t come at me with that showroom jackal act,
On the beat they’re roosters, in real life they lack.

I don’t fire shots for views or applause from the crowd,
I unleash the charge just to shut the whole room down.
Blood runs warm, even if they paint themselves steel,
Too many fancy roosters in a coop that ain’t real.
I don’t need a circus or to ride another name,
The neighborhood knows exactly who stands like a man.

And I don’t give a damn if these rhymes make them mad,
They get heated ‘cause they know they never had the discipline.
One feeds off fame, another lives off the boast,
Me, with one damn verse, leave their pride as a ghost.
Don’t push it if you can’t take it.

Damn showcase mouths,
Talking stupid all day,
But when it gets real,
They turn timid and fade.
All noise, all hype,
All posing, all disguise,
I came straight from the damn dirt,
Not from some different side.

Tornillo’s all foam, blown away by the breeze,
Too much damn character for so little beneath.
And C-Kan with his story now feeling sky high,
But the hood never forgives when you slip on the climb.

Too many loud talkers trying to step on my rung,
But they ain’t got the guts, the streets, or where I’m from.
I don’t need to act evil or sell myself as a killer,
It’s enough just to spit everything life made me deliver.
So tone it way down if you ain’t built to collide,
‘Cause whoever comes looking for fire gets burned by the light.

I don’t deal in half measures or cry over scars,
I shut the whole damn circus down with venom in my bars.
The one who’s really filled with it,
Shows it in the way he walks,
In the weight on his back,
And the look when he talks.
C-Kan and Tornillo together,
Making all that damn noise,
But the hood already knows
Who lives it and who just enjoys.