The group itself originally consisted of two MCs, Ives and Kemo, and O.G. Style as the DJ. Thus the group was often called "Los Tres Delinquentes" (In English: "The Three Delinquents"). In 1996, the group garnered international success with their first single "Tres Delinquentes" selling over one million copies. The success of the song pushed the group's self-titled album to nearly the same figure. Kemo soon left after the completion of their album Freedom Band to pursue a solo career with some substantial success. He was replaced by female vocalist Michelle, who had been previously featured in their songs
Rapper Ives makes one thing clear right from the start: "Delinquent Habits is no Old-School-Band, we are fresh and constantly looking for something new." On their new album "The Common Man" (09.10.2009) Delinquent Habits appear fresh for the first time in ages. The vibrant beats, the hot groove and the catchy lyrics make it clear: Someone knows how to rock the stage.
In the latter half of the 90's, Delinquent Habits along with Cypress Hill made it to the very top of Latin-Hip Hop. Rapper Ives and Kemo as well as DJ O.G Style combined Hip Hop beats with Funk and Miriachi trumpets and rapped in a mixture of Spanish and English called "Spanglish".
In 1996 they achieved a world-wide hit with "Tres Delinquentes". Their debut "Delinquent Habits" sold over 1 million copies and has achieved "hip hop classic" status the success of which is noticeable until this day. Sold-out tours in Europe and in the USA and four album releases, amongst these on their own label "Station 13, are testament to this impressive feat. Delinquent Habits live the crossover and show no reservation. The Matiachi-Rappers shared stages with different acts such as Beck, Korn and The Fugees. Their songs were used in various soundtracks, as well as computer games, not to mention sportswear giant Nike added the DelHab-Song "Return Of The Tres" to its TV advert which was broadcast world-wide.
After Kemo und O.G. Style pulled out, Ives is the last remaining member of the original band and now head and songwriter of Delinquent Habits. But this is no reason for Ives to mope: "Now I am able to have an input in all aspects of our music, beginning with the lyrics to the beats to the point of who I want to work with. This way "The Common Man" emerged, in collaboration with different producers such as Sick Jacken (Psycho Realm), Andre Horstmann (Pet Shop Boys, All Saints) or the Superstar DJs, which injected new life and ideas into the typical Delinquent Habits sound.
Ives finds his inspiration for his lyrics on the streets of his barrio and so on his new album "The Common Man", there is no mistaking - more critical and harsh tones next to the typical party tunes. This is reflected perfectly in the debut track, in which Ives denounces in a wonderful play on words societyโs increasing egotism and the thieving mentality of the big bosses: "They livin high on the hog but they really just all swine''.
Nevertheless Delinquent Habits still know that there is also room for the light-hearted side to life, which is best celebrated with hot parties. Affiliated with phat vibes and hot rhythms like on "I Like It", girls dancing on the tables with free flowing tequila: Delinquent Habits are in the house!
Return of the Tres
Delinquent Habits Lyrics
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Botellas empty first ten rows annointed
The fiesta's poppin' and all fingers pointed
Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed
Check in with Ives, catch me squintin' know why
I came to hear me, word fly, keep the gleam in your eye (ha)
Con mucho drum roll on time, let the horn blow
Gas to the pedal like metal at a Korn show
Grab the mic and freak the rhythm 'til there's no more vavas
Still mi palabra fade all boo's and ha ha's
That includes all who go sissy la la
So do the cha cha, ruca call me papa
Gรผero came for action, hun, until maรฑana
Down for hi-hat crash and whiplash
City night, bright lights and herb stash
Quรฉ ondas muchacho, arriba las manos
Gabacho, moreno, penetra tu barrio
Lacing you with rolas that'll rock back frente
Rrr, blaxican esto pa' la gente
Like chanclazos deep like fregadazos
Still got the coke and rum and flex the brazos
Then I hit you from a different angle
Leg sweep, cheap shot, bird shit, straight cop
Soy el twin pistolero, guerrero, don't be afraid of that
Matter of fact, I got like ten thousand maniacs
In the crowd on a very good night
But keep it hype for a fraction of that to get the feria like that
Crรณnica en el aire, todos quieren bile
Plus my sick Latin style
Caile, chueco as they come
I could feel the drum, don't know the words, well, you can hum
Oye muรฑeca, ya mueve la cadera
Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas
Feel the beat kick hard como escopeta
Vatos on the prowl for the hoochie lookin' fresca
All you delincuentes, vengan para en frente
Hazte para atrรกs si tรบ eres muy decente
'Cause I'm chueco, bent, contact the hierba
Lo que serรก, serรก cuando yo vuelva
A little somethin' gets your eyes burnt, head turnt
Pupils tight, back stiff and your neck hurt and then you exert
Check the vibe, who got more freaky than Ives?
I survive, dodgin' hurra tryna shoot I
So I mueva smooth creep and crawl
Take out another batch, let it thaw and lace y'all
Won't take fall, this here is winner take all
Trick, take a flick of the clique here to face y'all
The lyrics to Delinquent Habits's song Return of the Tres describe a thriving party with everyone having a good time. The party is full of vatos with red eyes smoking joints and drinking while the music is playing. The singer talks about how he came to the party to hear himself sing and perform, and he urges everyone to keep the vibe alive by swaying to the beat. The singer then describes how he's a rhyme rocker with a lot of placas and can make the rhythm go crazy until there's no more "vavas," which refers to a slang term for parties. He ends by describing the partygoers as "delincuentes" who should come to the front of the crowd to enjoy the show.
Line by Line Meaning
Es la vida, cuatro veinte, pistos pointed
This is life, it's 4:20 and we're drinking
Botellas empty first ten rows annointed
The party is wild and the first ten rows are already drunk
The fiesta's poppin' and all fingers pointed
The party is lit and everyone is having fun
Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed
Everyone is in a good mood and enjoying themselves
Check in with Ives, catch me squintin' know why
Talk to me, I'm squinting because I'm high
I came to hear me, word fly, keep the gleam in your eye (ha)
I came to perform, make the crowd happy, and have a good time
Con mucho drum roll on time, let the horn blow
The drum roll is on and it's time for the horn to play
Gas to the pedal like metal at a Korn show
The energy is high and we're going all out like a metal concert
The rhyme rocker with a shit load of placas
I'm a great rapper with a lot of experience
Grab the mic and freak the rhythm 'til there's no more vavas
I'll keep rapping and entertaining the crowd until there's nothing left
Still mi palabra fade all boo's and ha ha's
My words will silence the haters and doubters
That includes all who go sissy la la
Even those who are too scared or too weak
So do the cha cha, ruca call me papa
Let's dance the cha cha, and you can call me daddy
Gรผero came for action, hun, until maรฑana
I'm ready to party and have a good time until tomorrow
Down for hi-hat crash and whiplash
I'm ready for some fast and intense music
City night, bright lights and herb stash
We're in the city, with bright lights and plenty of weed
Quรฉ ondas muchacho, arriba las manos
What's up, guys? Put your hands up!
Gabacho, moreno, penetra tu barrio
White guy, black guy, we're coming into your neighborhood
Lacing you with rolas that'll rock back frente
We're playing songs that will rock your world
Rrr, blaxican esto pa' la gente
Blaxican, this is for the people
Like chanclazos deep like fregadazos
Our music hits hard like a slipper to the face
Still got the coke and rum and flex the brazos
We're still partying and drinking, showing off our muscles
Then I hit you from a different angle
I'm going to surprise you with a new approach
Leg sweep, cheap shot, bird shit, straight cop
I'll use any tactic to get the crowd going
Soy el twin pistolero, guerrero, don't be afraid of that
I'm a skilled rapper, don't be intimidated by me
Matter of fact, I got like ten thousand maniacs
I have a huge fanbase, even if some of them are crazy
In the crowd on a very good night
We have a great crowd tonight
But keep it hype for a fraction of that to get the feria like that
Even if the crowd isn't that big, we can still have a great party
Crรณnica en el aire, todos quieren bile
On the radio, everyone wants to hear us
Plus my sick Latin style
My unique Latin-inspired music
Caile, chueco as they come
Come on over, I'm unconventional
I could feel the drum, don't know the words, well, you can hum
I'm feeling the music even if I don't know all the lyrics, you can sing along
Oye muรฑeca, ya mueve la cadera
Hey, girl, start moving your hips
Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas
To the rhythm of the music and trumpets
Feel the beat kick hard como escopeta
Feel the music hit hard, like a gunshot
Vatos on the prowl for the hoochie lookin' fresca
Guys are looking for an attractive girl to dance with
All you delincuentes, vengan para en frente
All the delinquents, come to the front
Hazte para atrรกs si tรบ eres muy decente
Move back if you're too proper
'Cause I'm chueco, bent, contact the hierba
Because I'm unconventional, and I have weed
Lo que serรก, serรก cuando yo vuelva
Whatever will be, will be when I return
A little somethin' gets your eyes burnt, head turnt
Our music is so good it will catch your attention
Pupils tight, back stiff and your neck hurt and then you exert
You'll be so into the music that you might hurt yourself dancing
Check the vibe, who got more freaky than Ives?
Can anyone match the energy and quirkiness of Ives?
I survive, dodgin' hurra tryna shoot I
I'm surviving despite people trying to bring me down
So I mueva smooth creep and crawl
I move smoothly and sneakily
Take out another batch, let it thaw and lace y'all
We're getting ready to party some more, so let's keep going
Won't take fall, this here is winner take all
We won't give up, we're going for the win
Trick, take a flick of the clique here to face y'all
Take a picture of all of us here to remember this amazing party
Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Alejandro Martinez, David Lewis Keimonti Thomas, Ivan Scott Martin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@klifftheone6787
Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed
Botella empty first ten rows annointed
The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed
Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed
Check in with Ives catch me squintin know why
I came be let my word fly keep the gleam in your eye
Con mucho drum roll on time let the horn blow
Gas to the pedal like metal at a Korn show
The rhyme rocka with a st load of placas
Grab the mic and freak the rhythm till there's no more vavas
Still mi palabras fade all boo's and ha ha's
That includes all who go sissy la la
So do the cha cha rucca call me poppa
Huero came for action hun until manana
Down for hi-hat crash and whiplash
City nights bright lights and herb stash.
Que ondas muchacho arriba las manos
Gavacho, Moreno penetra tu barrio
Lacing you with rolas that will rock back frente
RRRRRR, Blacxican esto para la gente
Like chanclaso deep like fregadaso
Still got the Coke and Rum and flex the brasos
Then I hit you from a different angle
Leg sweep cheap shot bird st straight cop
Soy el twin pistollero guerrero don't be afraid of that
Matter of fact I got like 10.000 maniacs
In the crowd on a very good night
But keep it hype for a fraction of that to get the fery like that
Chronica en el aire todos quieren vile
Plus my sick Latin sty'le
Quile chuecko as they come
I could feel the drum don't know the words, well you can hum...
Oye muรฑeca ya mueve la cadera
Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas
Feel the beat kick hard como escopeta
Vatos on the prowl for the hoochie lookin fresca
All you delincuentes vengan para en frente
Haste para atras si tu eres muy decente
Cause I'm chueco bent contact the hierba
Lo que sera sera cuando yo vuelva
A little sontin gets your eyes burnt head turnt
Pupils tight back stiff and your neck hurt and then you exert
Check the vibe who got more freaky than Ives
I survive, dodgin hurra tryin to shoot I
So I mueva smooth creep and crawl
Take out another batch let it thaw and lace y'all
Won't take fall this here is winner take all
Trick take a flick of the click here to face y'all
@ogtokey
My dad made the cover art for this album ๐ฅ
@TKDmastuh
Dude thatโs awsome!!! I been listening to this song since double take in vhs!
@shadowbsl
Sick cover
@bej7306
My dad is the dj
@ogtokey
@@bej7306 nice
@Moroshiin
my dad is bill gates
@genpvsound
Nรฃo falo espanhol, mas sou latino e essa mรบsica รฉ realmente muito boa, representou os rappers da Amรฉrica Latina
@markimusmaximus7870
I'm English you are are right you don't need to speak Spanish to know this song is fuckin siiick!
@RyanBarretoXMG
Essa mรบsica รฉ atemporal, mesmo sendo do Brasil rola muito da cena chicana ser falada aqui, ao menos aqui em Santa Catarina
@Andrey-ct6fg
Definitivamente estos clรกsicos siguen siendo lo mejor que basura actual.