Lyrics and translation Banda Brava - El Señor de las Tacomas

El Señor de las Tacomas

Y que ruja esa Tacoma viejón
Y ahí ahí agua pa que tomen
Y échale brava!!

Bien enfierrado haya por la sierra
En una trocona Un hombre sencillo
Pura vida recia Patrullan la zona
Con su cuernito a un lado
Andar bien acompañado
Pala empresa trabajamos
Soy el güero no se olviden
Que aquí nunca nos rajamos

En esta vida a hvido de todo cuento con apollo
Que a que me dedico Eso no lo digo ya que es otro rollo
En los casinos relajados Restaurantes visitamos
Son los gustos que nos damos
Un saludo para el cachis en tomatlan a radicamos

Mucho se habla del güerito villabHaya por los ranchos
Pal que se la sabe Mucho le ha costado
Viene desde abajo
Como le gustan los gallos En los palenques apostando
Por si un día me anda buscando
Guadalajara por Vallarta Haya también la pasamos

014 mi respeto agradecido
Seriedad damos por hecho en lo cumplido
Bien fajada porto mi 45
Bien firme con mi compadre
Bien pendientes en los caminos

La lealtad va por delante aquí no ay fallas
Grande ha sido su respaldo no ay palabras
Seguido lo ven pasar en sus troconas
Cuidando el territorio al señor de las tacomas

Ay le va compa werito písele a esa trocona viejo
Échale Brava!!

Debes en cuando
Da sus escapadas para relajarse
Guarda la calma sus finos modales Sabe comportarse
Con un wiskito en la mano Tranquilito y enfiestado Así nos amanecemos
Nunca olvida él trabajó Y al ratón haya nos vemos

Cabe mencionarles con grandes amistades
Ay no la llevamos siempre bien presentes
Ordenes de alto mando Siempre respetamos
Los terrenos que pisamos Vigilados bien cuidados
Donde quiera en todos lados
Al millón con las labores La humildad nunca olvidamos

014 mi respeto agradecido
Seriedad damos por hecho en lo cumplido
Bien fajada porto mi 45
Bien firme con mi compadre
Bien pendientes en los caminos

La lealtad va por delante aquí no ay fallas
Grande ha sido su respaldo no ay palabras
Seguido lo ven pasar en sus troconas
Cuidando el territorio al señor de las tacomas

A mi madre le agradezco por la vida
A mi viejo que me cuida desde arriba
Mis tesoros más preciados son mis hijos
Un abrazo a la plevada y otro para mi sobrino.

The Lord of the Tacomas

Let that Tacoma roar, old man,
And there's water there for you to drink,
Give it your all!!

Well-equipped out there in the mountains,
In a truck, A simple man,
Pure tough life, They patrol the area,
With his little horn by his side,
To be well accompanied,
We work for the company,
I'm the güero, don't forget,
That we never back down here.

In this life, I've had everything, I have support,
What I do, I don't say, since it's another story,
In the casinos relaxed, We visit restaurants,
These are the pleasures we give ourselves,
Greetings to Cachis, we reside in Tomatlan.

Much is said about Güerito Villa, out there in the ranches,
For those who know, It has cost him a lot,
He comes from below,
How he likes roosters, Betting in the cockfighting rings,
In case one day you're looking for me,
Guadalajara by Vallarta, We also have a good time there.

014 my respect, grateful,
We take seriousness for granted in what's accomplished,
I carry my 45 well-holstered,
Standing firm with my compadre,
Well aware on the roads.

Loyalty comes first, there are no failures here,
His support has been great, there are no words,
They often see him passing by in his trucks,
Guarding the territory of the Lord of the Tacomas.

There you go, compa Güerito, step on that truck, old man,
Give it your all!!

Every now and then,
He takes his getaways to relax,
He keeps his calm, his fine manners, He knows how to behave,
With a whiskey in hand, Calm and partying, That's how we stay up all night,
He never forgets the work, And we'll see each other at the Ratón.

It's worth mentioning, with great friends,
We don't get along, they're always present,
Orders from high command, We always respect,
The lands we tread, Well watched, well cared for,
Everywhere, on all sides,
A million with the tasks, We never forget humility.

014 my respect, grateful,
We take seriousness for granted in what's accomplished,
I carry my 45 well-holstered,
Standing firm with my compadre,
Well aware on the roads.

Loyalty comes first, there are no failures here,
His support has been great, there are no words,
They often see him passing by in his trucks,
Guarding the territory of the Lord of the Tacomas.

I thank my mother for life,
To my old man who watches over me from above,
My most precious treasures are my children,
A hug to the gang and another to my nephew.