Mr Pomel y el Sensei Lyrics (English Translation) – Cartel de Santa

Read the full Mr Pomel y el Sensei (English Translation) lyrics by Cartel de Santa from the album Vol. 8 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cartel De Santa’s music, you can also explore Guapa and Fiesta y Playa, two other songs by Cartel De Santa.

[Verse 1: Babo, Mr. Pomel]
Ey, Mr. Pomel and the sensei
They showed up at Alamey for having broken the law
In the cumbiamba circle (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
In the cumbiamba circle (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
With this gangster cumbia (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
In the cumbiamba circle (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Like Nuevo León dances it (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
In the cumbiamba circle (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
With this macabre track
Dance, pretty girl, let the pounding sound resound
In the cumbia circle, I won’t die like Mumm-Ra
High till the grave, don’t let the panic spread
When the moon shines bright, I knock down their black magic
With the Maracaibero
We’re the brawling gangsters

[Chorus: Babo]
I’ve seen some little chicks trying to challenge the rooster
And the rooster, being the rooster, when he looks at those little chicks
Pecking at each other, feeling like big roosters
He tells them with their beaks they broke out of their shells
But to be little roosters, chicks
But to be little roosters, chicks
But to be little roosters
They’re missing my spurs

[Verse 2: Mr. Pomel]
Graffitiing Monterrey
Hunted down by the law
More barrio than Fomerrey
Like Andrés, well, guepajé
Like Celso, I’m rebellious
I always smoke the green
A barking dog don’t bite
I hope you remember that
Streets like Policarpo, I shut them down with my hook

One hundred percent stoner, when I write, I never lie
What you hear ain’t a story
Mr. Pomel with the Cartel
Having a blast with cumbiamba
In the circle, dancing and dancing
Through the downtown clubs

[Chorus: Babo]
I’ve seen some little chicks trying to challenge the rooster
And the rooster, being the rooster, when he looks at those little chicks
Pecking at each other, feeling like big roosters
He tells them with their beaks they broke out of their shells
But to be little roosters, chicks
But to be little roosters, chicks
But to be little roosters
They’re missing my spurs