Funeral
Cosculluela Ft Lele "El Arma Secreta" Lyrics

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Ando con mueka, dos caretas
Balas huecas en la escopeta
Fumando, tirao pa atra' en la corbeta
Afuera del trabajo tuyo esperando la hora del coffee break
Pa' pasar y rociarte con el spray
Estamos aburridos
Esto es todo el dia sin na' que hacer
Asaltando las texaco y las shell

Los chavos en estaca
En una hummer vieja de las sapa
Paso por tu kiosko y denme en to' los cuadre dentro 'e las tapas
Yo tengo un par de palos
Yo tengo un par de carros
Y gente que dan tiros por ahí, yo no me embarro
Es de jalar el celu, digo el nombre tuyo y te caíste
Nosotros no vivimos de los cuentos y los chistes
El princi man!

Papo aquí no hay funeral
Aquí te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa' la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento

Papo aquí no hay funeral
Aquí te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa' la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento

Suenas las alarmas
Que salí de palmas
Y atrás van los negritos en el lexus con toa's las armas
Yo en la guagua con los nene y con la doña pa' la tienda
Super-acostumbrao a esta jodiendo
Ya yo pase esa etapa
De estar bregando con los chipi-chapa
Hablando de cepillos, de engrapar y nunca engrapan
Ustedes sigan trabajandome en la esquina
Nosotros estamos explotando bocinas
Y los aparatos de heroína
I'm selling platinum
Mami keep it real cool
Ma I keep killing 'em with my 45 full
Yo fendel
Deja a acapella el proyecto
Esto es 24 hours, bzz-zzz, los inzectos

Papo aquí no hay funeral
Aquí te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa' la tumba
El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento

Papo aquí no hay funeral
Aquí te damos doscientos
Ya no hay flores pa' la tumba

El que se preste se tumba
Yo que tu no invento

Overall Meaning

In Cosculluela's song Funeral, the artist and his crew find themselves wasting away their days with nothing to do but engage in petty crimes, such as robbing gas stations and waiting for a coffee break to spray graffiti. The lyrics suggest that this is a lifestyle they have become accustomed to and that they have a network of people working with them to make money selling drugs and other illegal activities. The chorus, "Papo aquí no hay funeral," which loosely translates to "Brother, there's no funeral here," alludes to the idea that their lifestyle may not be sustainable, but for now, they will keep living like this.

The song's lyrics give us a gritty insight into the world of gang culture in Puerto Rico, where Cosculluela is from. The use of slang, street language, and references to guns and drugs highlights the harsh environment that these people live in. At the same time, the lyrics shed light on the sense of community and brotherhood that exists among the people involved in these activities.

One interesting fact about the song is that it was released as part of an album called "El Príncipe" in 2009. The album was Cosculluela's debut and was hugely successful, with the song Funeral becoming a fan favorite. Another interesting fact is that the song's music video was filmed in New York City and features visuals of Cosculluela and his crew wearing all-black clothing and performing on the streets of the city.

Chords: Unfortunately, the chords are not available as the song is primarily in a rap style.

Line by Line Meaning

Ando con mueka, dos caretas
I'm wearing a mask, acting like two different people

Balas huecas en la escopeta
My shotgun is loaded with empty shells

Fumando, tirao pa atra' en la corbeta
Smoking, laid back in the car

Afuera del trabajo tuyo esperando la hora del coffee break
Waiting for your coffee break outside your workplace

Pa' pasar y rociarte con el spray
To spray you when you pass by

Estamos aburridos
We're bored

Esto es todo el dia sin na' que hacer
We have nothing to do all day

Asaltando las texaco y las shell
Robbing Texaco and Shell gas stations

Los chavos en estaca
The money is all we care about

En una hummer vieja de las sapa
In an old, beat-up Hummer

Paso por tu kiosko y denme en to' los cuadre dentro 'e las tapas
I'll come by your kiosk and take everything in the cash register

Yo tengo un par de palos
I have a couple of guns

Yo tengo un par de carros
I have a couple of cars

Y gente que dan tiros por ahí, yo no me embarro
I have people who do the dirty work for me, I don't get my hands dirty

Es de jalar el celu, digo el nombre tuyo y te caíste
I just have to make a call and say your name, and you'll fall down

Nosotros no vivimos de los cuentos y los chistes
We don't live off of stories and jokes

El princi man!
I'm the boss!

Papo aquí no hay funeral
Don't expect sympathy from us

Aquí te damos doscientos
We'll give you 200 bullets instead

Ya no hay flores pa' la tumba
We won't waste money on flowers for your grave

El que se preste se tumba
Anyone who opposes us will end up dead

Yo que tu no invento
I wouldn't mess with us if I were you

Suenas las alarmas
The alarms go off

Que salí de palmas
I'm on the run

Y atrás van los negritos en el lexus con toa's las armas
My guys are in the Lexus behind me with all the weapons

Yo en la guagua con los nene y con la doña pa' la tienda
I'm in the bus with my family going shopping

Super-acostumbrao a esta jodiendo
I'm used to this kind of life

Ya yo pase esa etapa
I'm past that phase of my life

De estar bregando con los chipi-chapa
Struggling with petty things

Hablando de cepillos, de engrapar y nunca engrapan
Talking about toothbrushes, stapling and never following through

Ustedes sigan trabajandome en la esquina
You continue working on the street corner

Nosotros estamos explotando bocinas
We're making money with our music

Y los aparatos de heroína
And the heroin machines

I'm selling platinum
My music is selling like crazy

Mami keep it real cool
My girl keeps it real and calm

Ma I keep killing 'em with my 45 full
I keep impressing people with my gun

Yo fendel
I'm making money

Deja a acapella el proyecto
Let the project be a cappella

Esto es 24 hours, bzz-zzz, los inzectos
This is 24 hours, buzzing around like insects

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MANUEL CORONA HERNANDEZ, PABLO JUAREZ ROJAS, DAVID CHAVEZ SANDATE

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