Lyrics and translation Motel - Половина

Половина

Navego en L.A y voy pa T.J
Me llaman el Monstro me han de conocer
Me gusta fumar para relajar
Un churro de mota con algo se wax
Allá en california siempre me verán al
tiro Jalar el cuerno y una nueve mi delirio
Me miran pasear también patrullar
En la de los sheriff me pongo a forjar
En la buena escuela aprendió macizo
Uniforme negro pendiente y al tiro
Con camisa de los Xolos me verán
Cero cuatro a los contrarios se darán
No soy de problemas, quien busca le encuentra
La ley de la calle se encuentra en mis venas
Hombre de palabra que aprieta y no suelta
El hombre es humilde pa lo que se ofrezca
Despista al gobierno cuando anda
laborando y si lo ven en corto lo andan soltando
Tiene buena linea de baja califas
Derecha la flecha porta una cortita
Dispara por gusto no la hace de pedo
Va directo al punto cuando entra en terreno
A los contras ya les preparo la cena un pozole para que desaparezcan
Saludos para compadre Juan Rios
Es como un hermano que siempre esta al tiro
Para mi tocayo le mando un abrazo el es mi hijo si me voy lo extraño
Y un beso para la mujer que amo Sabe quien es no lo ando divulgando
Si me destrampo me voy pa la playas
también el estadio caliente me llama
Subo el estéreo a todo volumen suena Miguel y El de la Guitarra
Y les afirmo no cambiamos de linea
Por la frontera yo me muevo noche y día
Un abrazo a toda la familia En especial a doña María
Me dio la vida y muchos consejos En mi corazón siempre la llevo
Muchas historias he vivido a su lado
mi viejita no se vaya de mi lado
Navego en L.A y voy pa T.J
Me llaman el Monstro me han de conocer
Me gusta fumar con algo de wax
Allá en california siempre me verán
Jalar el cuerno y una nueve mi delirio
Y en california me navego muy seguido

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I sail in L.A. and I go to T.J.
They call me the Monster, they must know me.
I like to smoke to relax.
A joint of weed with some wax.
Over there in California, they'll always see me.
Pulling the horn and a nine is my delight.
They watch me walk around, also patrolling.
In the sheriff's car, I'm forging ahead.
I learned it in a good school, solid.
Black uniform, earring, and on the lookout.
You'll see me with a Xolos shirt.
Zero four, they'll give it to the opponents.
I'm not one for problems; those who look for them find them.
The law of the streets is in my veins.
A man of his word who holds on tight and doesn't let go.
The man is humble for what is offered.
He gives the government the slip when he's
Working, and if they catch him short, they let him go.
He has a good line of low-caliber guns.
The arrow is right, he carries a small one.
He shoots for fun, he doesn't do it to brag.
He goes straight to the point when he enters the territory.
He's already preparing dinner for the opponents, a pozole so they can disappear.
Greetings to my friend Juan Rios.
He's like a brother who's always on the lookout.
To my namesake, I send you a hug. He's my son, if I leave, I miss him.
And a kiss for the woman I love. She knows who she is, I'm not going to spread it around.
If I get out of hand, I go to the beaches.
The hot stadium also calls me.
I turn up the stereo to full volume. Miguel and El de la Guitarra are playing.
And I assure you, we're not changing lines.
I move around the border night and day.
A hug to all my family. Especially to Mrs. Maria.
She gave me life and much advice. I always carry her in my heart.
I have lived many stories by her side.
My old lady, don't leave my side.
I sail in L.A. and I go to T.J.
They call me the Monster, they must know me.
I like to smoke with some wax.
Over there in California, they'll always see me.
Pulling the horn and a nine is my delight.
And in California, I often sail around.