Текст и перевод песни Grupo Codiciado - Pocos Pero Locos

Pocos Pero Locos

La humildad es lo primero no olvido de donde vengo y me voy a confesar
Que al principio no fue igual,
El querer y no confiar, día día se me va esta feo tener hambre
Y no acabar a las torillas
Crecí rodiado de cholos,
Muevo jale y no estoy solo,
Eh crecido como pocos de manera literal...

En culiacan mis terrenos los ángeles y san diego cuando voy a trabajar
Beverly Hills pa' comprar,
Un corvete para pasiar,
El tiempo libre que tengo no me gusta exagerar
Contados tengo los dedos, mi compadre tormenta es oro,
En el tomate están otros que son buenos pa' chambear,

Y nos sobra quien te quiera tumbar
Perderla por feria, dijo el morro a mi no me va a tocar
14 les di y ya estan pa' tras.
Y aqui todos somos iguales, TODOS SOMOS IGUALES
PURO CODICIADO LOKO...
Y ARRIBA LA TIA...
Que mi vida es un misterio por como
Me la navego y no lo pienso cambiar
Sigo trabajando igual, grito puro Culiacán
A donde quiera que llego las armas se disparar
Lo mio es la chamba no los fierros,
Pero hay que saberle a todo bien me acuerdo que era
El morro, que daba un peso pocos por mirarlo progresar,
Las rutas y los caminos nuevos mercados abrimos los fletes
También se caen, se vuelven a levantar, a aquí para todos hay
Vengan a ver que les vendo pues la idea es trabajar
Las libretas y los fierros
Aqui venimos con todo, somos pocos pero locos y somos de culiacan...

El registro dice culiacan
Esas son mis tierras, cuando quiera caegale pa' ca'
14 les di y hasta por si querian maas.

Few But Crazy

Humility is the first thing I don't forget where I come from and I'm going to confess
That at first it was not the same,
To want and not to trust, day by day it goes away it's ugly to be hungry
And not to finish to the torillas
I grew up with cholos,
I move pull and I'm not alone,
I have grown up like few people in a literal way...

In culiacan my land Los angeles and San diego when I go to work
Beverly Hills pa' buy,
A corvette for pasiar,
The free time I have I don't like to overdo it
I have my fingers counted, my compadre tormenta is gold,
In the tomato there are others that are good to ' chambear,

And we have plenty who wants to knock you down
Losing her for a fair, said the morro to me it's not going to touch me
14 I gave them and they're already behind.
And here we're all the same, WE're ALL the same
PURE COVETED LOKO...
AND UP WITH THE AUNT...
That my life is a mystery because of how
I surf it and I don't think about changing it
I keep working the same, I scream pure Culiacán
Everywhere I go the guns are going off
Mine is the chamba not the fierros,
But you have to know everything well I remember that it was
The nose, which gave a few weight for watching him progress,
The routes and the roads new markets we open the freight
They also fall down, they get back up, to here for everyone there is
Come and see what I'm selling to you because the idea is to work
The notebooks and the ironwork
Here we come with everything, we are few but crazy and we are from Culiacan...

The record says culiacan
Those are my lands, whenever I want caegale pa' ca'
14 i gave them and even if they wanted to maas.