Lyrics and translation Zimple feat. Smoky - Homz N' Hynaz

Homz N' Hynaz

De México, para el mundo

Si preguntas quiénes somos, es mi ganga
Haciendo que valga la pena, homs and jainas
Con rap y corridos unos tiran placa
Rolando en la baica, puro homs and jainas
Si preguntas quiénes somos, es mi ganga
Haciendo que valga la pena, homs and jainas
Con rap y corridos unos tiran placa
Rolando en la baica, puro homs and jainas

(Yaoh) Aquí no se quitan los Dickies
Ni las rolitas del compa Smoky
¿Quiubole, mami?, ¿nada pa' mí-qui?
Mueve tu cuello, no es el piqui-piqui
De hace rato traemos el mando
Subiendo el rango voy rolando
Metiéndole ritmo al mambo
Cuando dejo de cantar es porque bailo
Recuerdo mirar a mi primo vestido como cholo californiano
Con su ruca, un tequila y un toque en la mano
Hasta el tope de loco, bien guayno, ja
Los tiempos de ahora son tan distintos
Ya no se miran los cholo' pinto'
Pero lo' compa' están donde mismo
Unos trabajan, otros de vivos
Llegan recuerdos de party bien chidos
Al cien, al millón o tranquilos
En la granja, en la selva, gallos, cocodrilos
Los grillos cantando entre los ladrillos

¿Te preguntas quiénes somos?, ja
Este es el sonido clave

Si preguntas quiénes somos, es mi ganga
Haciendo que valga la pena, homs and jainas
Con rap y corridos unos tiran placa
Rolando en la baica, puro homs and jainas
Si preguntas quiénes somos, es mi ganga
Haciendo que valga la pena, homs and jainas
Con rap y corridos unos tiran placa
Rolando en la baica, puro homs and jainas (Es el Zimple)

Nunca se me olvidan las loqueras en el barrio
En donde solo me protege mi rosario
Camino solo sin miedo a los comentarios
Tengo homies en la pinta y a Mushk en el escenario
Saludos al Dharius, salud por mi ganga
Sobran las jainas que les gusta la pachanga
Sigo chambeando como los de abajo mandan
Y el día que me muera quiero que toque la banda
Claro, unos corridos perrones
Para que se prendan unos toquesones
Que traigan tequila, que pidan cartones
Que la pena valga por el rap y los pelones
Acá en Chapala los derrumbes tiran placa
Si no me creen que le pregunten a Cacartas
Sigo fumando marihuana con el Mata
Smoky ya sabe perfecto de qué se trata

Si preguntas quiénes somos, es mi ganga
Haciendo que valga la pena, homs and jainas
Con rap y corridos unos tiran placa
Rolando en la baica, puro homs and jainas
Si preguntas quiénes somos, es mi ganga
Haciendo que valga la pena, homs and jainas
Con rap y corridos unos tiran placa
Rolando en la baica, puro homs and jainas

Ey, es el Zimple
Zigo Studios, Dj Mushk
Es el Smoky, SJ Company
De México para el mundo
Puro homs and jainas

Homies and Girls

From Mexico, to the world

If you're asking who we are, it's my gang
Making it worthwhile, homies and girls
With rap and corridos, some are flashing badges
Rolling in the lowrider, pure homies and girls
If you're asking who we are, it's my gang
Making it worthwhile, homies and girls
With rap and corridos, some are flashing badges
Rolling in the lowrider, pure homies and girls

(Yaoh) We don't take off the Dickies here
Nor the tunes of my buddy Smoky
What's up, mami? Nothing for me?
Move your neck, it's not the itty-bitty
We've been holding the reins for a while
Raising the rank, I'm rolling
Putting rhythm into the mambo
When I stop singing, it's because I'm dancing
I remember seeing my cousin dressed like a Californian cholo
With his girl, a tequila, and a joint in his hand
Completely crazy, really cool, ha
Times are so different now
You don't see the tattooed cholos anymore
But the homies are in the same place
Some work, others hustle
Memories of really cool parties come back
At full blast, going all out, or just chilling
On the farm, in the jungle, roosters, crocodiles
The crickets singing among the bricks

You're asking who we are, ha
This is the key sound

If you're asking who we are, it's my gang
Making it worthwhile, homies and girls
With rap and corridos, some are flashing badges
Rolling in the lowrider, pure homies and girls
If you're asking who we are, it's my gang
Making it worthwhile, homies and girls
With rap and corridos, some are flashing badges
Rolling in the lowrider, pure homies and girls (It's Zimple)

I never forget the crazy times in the barrio
Where only my rosary protects me
I walk alone without fear of comments
I have homies in prison and Mushk on stage
Greetings to Dharius, cheers to my gang
There are plenty of girls who like to party
I keep working like the ones below command
And the day I die, I want the band to play
Of course, some badass corridos
So that some killer joints get lit up
Bring tequila, order cartons
Let the pain be worth it for the rap and the bald guys
Here in Chapala, the landslides flash badges
If you don't believe me, ask Cacartas
I'm still smoking marijuana with Mata
Smoky already knows exactly what it's about

If you're asking who we are, it's my gang
Making it worthwhile, homies and girls
With rap and corridos, some are flashing badges
Rolling in the lowrider, pure homies and girls
If you're asking who we are, it's my gang
Making it worthwhile, homies and girls
With rap and corridos, some are flashing badges
Rolling in the lowrider, pure homies and girls

Ey, it's Zimple
Zigo Studios, Dj Mushk
It's Smoky, SJ Company
From Mexico to the world
Pure homies and girls