Paroles et traduction Cypress Hill - Marijuano locos (Stoned Raiders)

Marijuano locos (Stoned Raiders)

Y que cabron, me vale, a huevo
Tonces pues, pa mi clicka digo
La pura Cypress Hill clicka familia, pa que sebas
Muero por mi clicka, me vale madre
¿Sabes que? es mi vale y mi sangre
Por eso por siempre puro Cypress Locotes
Pa que sepas

Uno pal cerro, ocho pal matón
Siete pa′ tu muerte porque el sur es el mas chingón
No dejo de cargar mi fusca
Donde quiera que yo voy, porque me quieren quebrar
Soy el vato mas conocido, nacido bandido
Seré, no te metas conmigo
Solo ven si quieres pleito
Los putos nunca vienen nomas hablan detrás
De las espaldas, saco el cuete
¿Por qué hablas chingaderas? eh, se te acabó todo ese
Un vato muere y si tu
Quieres pedo con lo mismo quedaras en el atauld
Di que te queda, la fusca te lleva
A la muerte mas rapido si eres leva

Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, ¿qué nos vas a hacer, ah?
Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, ¿qué nos vas a hacer, ah?

Cypress Hill te arrebata feria, quita feria
Viajando directo en avión a Sudamérica
Respirando mariguana, a 12 mil pies me eleva
A 40 mil, ¿dónde estamos?
Aterrizando en un lago, escondido y alejado
Directos al estadio, huyendo
De lugar a lugar, destruyendo

Donde se que este es el que sigue, se enciende
Pachele, parate y dile de cual eres
Dejan a la clicka seria
Quebran perros ustedes locos en miseria
Sería mucho recibir
Cromos en el pecho y me voy a morir
Putos descancen en violencia
Eternidad so no va a parar, ¡ja!

Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, ¿qué nos vas a hacer, ah?
Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, ¿qué nos vas a hacer, ah?
Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, ¿qué nos vas a hacer, ah?
Una ves ese, Cypress Hill, ¿qué nos vas a hacer, ah?
Pa que sepan cabrones, Cypress clicka
El vato Muggs, B-Real, Sen Perro escandaloso
Cartoon, Sick Jacken, el vato Duke
Mellow Man, so vato cabron bum bum
Pa que sepan

Marijuano locos (Stoned Raiders)

What's up, my honey? I'm down for whatever you want to do.
So, for my clicka, I mean
The real Cypress Hill clicka, baby, just so you know
I'd die for my clicka, I don't give a damn
You know what? It's my homeboy and my blood
That's why forever pure Cypress Locos
Just so you know

One for the hill, eight for the killer
Seven for your death because the south is the most bad ass
I don't stop carrying my gun
Wherever I go, because they want to break me down
I'm the most notorious homie, born a thug
I will be, don't mess with me
Only come if you want a fight
Pussies never come, they only talk behind
Your backs, I pull out the gun
Why are you talking shit? Huh, you're all out of that
One homie dies and if you
You want beef with the same thing you'll be left in the coffin
Say what you want, the gun takes you
To death faster if you're soft

Once that, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do with us, huh?
Once that, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do with us, huh?

Cypress Hill takes your money, takes your money
Flying directly by plane to South America
Breathing marijuana, at 12 thousand feet it lifts me
At 40 thousand, where are we?
Landing in a lake, hidden and secluded
Direct to the stadium, fleeing
From place to place, destroying

Where I know that this is the next one, it lights up
Weed, stand up and tell me who you are
They leave the clicka serious
Dog wreckers you crazy in misery
It would be a lot to receive
Pictures on my chest and I'm going to die
Pussies rest in violence
Eternity so it won't stop, ha!

Once that, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do with us, huh?
Once that, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do with us, huh?
Once that, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do with us, huh?
Once that, Cypress Hill, what are you going to do with us, huh?
So you know what's up, Cypress clicka
Homie Muggs, B-Real, Sen Perro scandalous
Cartoon, Sick Jacken, homie Duke
Mellow Man, so homie bum bum
So you know