Текст и перевод песни Chito Rana$ - Patrullando

Patrullando

¿Dónde están estos vatos los mando pa'l panteón?
Gracias a mi santa muerte que ya tengo otra canción
Tengo una Glock, fajada en mi pantalón
Y chingen a su madre ya no tengo un patrón

Ya nomás soy yo, con toda mi gente
Un chingo de armas y tengo my 4-7
Y tengo dos biejas una buena y una mala
Y tengo un R 15 que mandaron de Nevada

Soy un marihuano mujeriego mexicano
Yo sí tengo sueños, quiero ser un millionario
My bitch calling my phone she always asking, ¿dónde estoy?
I'm protected like a boss always deep en un convoy

A mí me vale mi madre cuando ando periquea'o
Un balazo en la maceta lo dejaron bien noquea'o
Pa'l el pendejo que ande hablando yo le doy su levantón
Y si sigue con sus cosas ponle un tiro al cabrón

Bouncing the Impala luego vamos pa'l cantón
Con la morra que tú quieres yo le quito el calzón
Yo la tengo de perito, me la cojo con pasión
En los mensajes que me manda ella me pide más amor

Y si, si crees que tengo miedo pues estás equivocado
Ya intentaron muchas veces y regresan balacea'os
Y si crees que tengo miedo pues estás equivocado
Ya intentaron muchas veces y regresan balacea'os

As I spark another blunt she smell whiskey on my breath
I already learned my lesson, I don't really need no friends
I don't even sleep no more 'cause all I do is dream of death
I could go across the border if I'm hiding from the feds

Enemigas they don't like me but these pretty ladies do
That's why these vatos flickin' up and goin' 'gainst my crew
I know the feds is watching so my clothes is always new
And everywhere you see me you can catch me con el Ju

Uh, like Taliban I got money in my trueys
La mera neta my life is like a movie
Feeling like a Mario Almada everytime I'm shooting
My Glock's a semi but it bust just like an uzi

I remember picking peaches in the field
Picking walnuts off the grounds
So I can save it for a meal
Yah I know I was the brokest but I never had to steal
Used to make fun of my Nikes no one cared of how I felt

Patrolling

Where are these dudes? I'm sending them to the cemetery.
Thanks to my Santa Muerte, I have another song.
I got a Glock tucked in my pants.
And fuck their mothers, I don't have a boss anymore.

Now it's just me, with all my people.
A shitload of weapons, and I got my 4-7.
And I got two girls, a good one and a bad one.
And I have an R 15 that they sent from Nevada.

I'm a womanizing Mexican pothead.
I do have dreams, I want to be a millionaire.
My bitch calling my phone, she always asking, "Where am I?"
I'm protected like a boss, always deep in a convoy.

I don't give a damn when I'm high on coke.
A bullet in the head left him knocked out.
For the asshole who's talking, I'll give him his lift.
And if he keeps going, put a bullet in the bastard.

Bouncing the Impala, then we're going to the hood.
With the girl you want, I'll take her panties off.
I got her as an expert, I take her with passion.
In the messages she sends me, she asks me for more love.

And yeah, if you think I'm scared, you're wrong.
They've tried many times and come back shot up.
And yeah, if you think I'm scared, you're wrong.
They've tried many times and come back shot up.

As I spark another blunt she smell whiskey on my breath.
I already learned my lesson, I don't really need no friends.
I don't even sleep no more 'cause all I do is dream of death.
I could go across the border if I'm hiding from the feds.

Enemies they don't like me, but these pretty ladies do.
That's why these vatos flickin' up and goin' 'gainst my crew.
I know the feds is watching, so my clothes is always new.
And everywhere you see me, you can catch me con el Ju.

Uh, like Taliban I got money in my trueys.
La mera neta my life is like a movie.
Feeling like a Mario Almada every time I'm shooting.
My Glock's a semi, but it bust just like an uzi.

I remember picking peaches in the field.
Picking walnuts off the grounds.
So I can save it for a meal.
Yah I know I was the brokest, but I never had to steal.
Used to make fun of my Nikes, no one cared of how I felt.