Paroles et traduction Cypress Hill - Tú No Ajaunta (Checkmate) (Spanish Edit)

Tú No Ajaunta (Checkmate) (Spanish Edit)

(Sen Dog)Ahi vamos caballeros ese negro lo
Correcta, me llaman policia porque nada
Te protecta, empina ese pie, persina mas un poquito
Con el perro a hueso yo lo necesito
Si estas a cinco pies de mi, yo te lo quito
Pido la espalda (espalda) un payasito
Te tumbo, como un control remado
Te persigo y te sigo y te mato con un palo
Juntando raperos como adornos en la mesa
Sorpresa, te rompi la cabeza
Te pongo a dormir, con un abrazo de pescueso
No me importa lo que tengo que hacer, yo hago queso
Pasele, cuidado con mi estilo
Te mato bien matado, y a dormir un ratito...
(Checkeame tu) Te cuelgo alto
Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto
(Checkeame tu) Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba
(Checkeame tu) Ten cuidado que no te rompa...
(B-Real)
Mira mira, ten cuidado, ponte en fila
Matando raperos y quitandote la vida
Me llevo la tuya, simple, no vales nada
El ultimo imagen que ves, es mi cara
Si quieres la bomba no mas llamenme a mi
Cypress Hill vive, siempre tamos aqui
Corriendo el juego con el mismo fuego
Quemando a los demas, tirandolo en el hueco
Ya despues que queme, yo bajo la llama
Corre, escondete bajo la cama
No te hagas bobo, mi juego apretado
Listo, preparado, como un soldado
Te corto tan malo tu madre ni te conoce
A cuantos se lo hice? Tengo mas que doce
No jueges conmigo, tengo a dedo verde
Ten mucho cuidado o esta en la muerte
Pego duro, tan duro que no lo sabes
Cuando suena la campana eres uno de mis esclaves...
(Sen Dog)
Voy a patear (grrrr!) como un sonero
Dame mi dinero, lo meto de mal empleo
Y nadie a venido a mi
Hablando del oeste, largo de aqui
So como quieras
Y no me importa a que grupo tu perteneces
No vengas aqui hablando tierra ese
Como tumbo a pandilleros, se derriten como hielo
Les gustan hablar mucho pero no tienen huevos...
(B-Real)
Mis negros estan en juego, no te recuerdas
Haciendo los shows rapeando contra cualquiera
Fuerte con estilo que gente ni sabia
Mira que matamos a muchos ese dia
No tenian chanca, los desvaratamos
Y hasta este dia todavia melozamos
Vete pa tras, negro dale patadas
No vala na, dale con la mota
Te rompo la quijada, estoy en tu ciudad
Si tienes una esposa la dejo viuda...

You Can't Handle It (Checkmate) (Spanish Edit)

(Sen Dog)Here we go gentlemen that n***a
That's right, call me the police because nothing
Protects you, lift that foot, bless yourself a little more
With the dog to the bone, I need it
If you're within five feet of me, I'll take it from you
I ask for the back (back) a little clown
I knock you down, like a remote control
I chase you and follow you and kill you with a stick
Bringing rappers together like decorations on the table
Surprise, I broke your head
I put you to sleep, with a hug of your neck
I don't care what I have to do, I make cheese
Come on, watch out for my style
I'll kill you dead and you'll sleep for a while...
(Check me out) I'll hang you high
We have what it sounds like, come on and I'll break you
(Check me out) Drop the bullet from the hill with the bomb
(Check me out) Be careful not to break you...
(B-Real)
Look, look, watch out, get in line
Killing rappers and taking your life away
I take yours, simple, you're worthless
The last image you see, is my face
If you want the bomb, just call me
Cypress Hill lives, we're always here
Running the game with the same fire
Burning the others, throwing them in the hole
After I burn, I lower the flame
Run, hide under the bed
Don't act silly, my game is tight
Ready, prepared, like a soldier
I'll cut you so badly your mother won't even recognize you
How many have I done it to? I have more than twelve
Don't mess with me, I've got the green finger
Be very careful or this is death
I hit hard, so hard you don't know it
When the bell rings, you're one of my slaves...
(Sen Dog)
I'm going to kick (grrrr!) like a sonero
Give me my money, I'll put it to bad use
And nobody's come to me
Talking about the west, get out of here
However you want
And I don't care what group you belong to
Don't come here talking about that land
As I knock down gang members, they melt like ice
They like to talk a lot but they have no balls...
(B-Real)
My n***as are in the game, don't you remember
Doing the shows rapping against anyone
Loud with a style that people didn't even know about
Look, we killed a lot of them that day
They had no chance, we tore them apart
And to this day we're still fucking
Go back, n***a, kick him
He's worthless, hit him with the weed
I'll break your jaw, I'm in your town
If you have a wife, I'll make her a widow...