Текст и перевод песни Kodigo 36 - Los 8 Mas Buscados

Los 8 Mas Buscados

Tostado
Pinche tostado
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 leandros
El Pinche micro-cro-cro-cro fo-fo-fo-no

Bien aguados del tramo y la camiseta andamos con paletas
Pinche policeta me cuido pa que al bote no me metas
Cagan el palo y nosotros ni en cuenta
Contigo ni quien se meta
Bien aguados del tramo y la camiseta andamos con paletas
Pinche policeta me cuido pa que al bote no me metas
Cagan el palo y nosotros ni en cuenta
Contigo ni quien se meta pinche rata lengua suelta
Quítate la placa y si quieres la camiseta
Un tiro y que nadie se meta
No tengo que respetar la pinche ley
Ellos tienen la culpa de que este así Monterrey (monterrey)
En mi cantón con mis compadres pistiando a toda madre (a toda madre)
Cayeron seis municipales
Quieren sacarme del cantón para encerrarme
Pero pal techo va' pelarme

Andamos descontrolados
Y a la vez un poco fumados
La conecta se hizo con estos homies al lado
Ponte trucha pinche loco si no quieres quedar encerrado
Las sirenas se encienden con tan solo una llamada
Trato de hacer esto con una ida adecuada
Somos los demacrados no me salgas con mamadas
Gasteme a la verga puto te lleva la chingada
No encuentro la cura para esta dura
Que me deja en la locura
Correle machete pues ahí viene la jura

Cada que salgo, salgo con el coco alucinado
Mirando pa' todos lados por si vienen los soldados
Con un pinche boton clavado en el pantalón
Ya no más te cagan el palo la chota y anda bien talón
Y no le tengo miedo el churro no voy a pagar
Tienes que robar porque no tienes pa tragar
Y no van a parar aquí la loquera
Vamos risquear a la verga la panadera
Seguimos haciendo ruido hasta que la bocina estalle
También seguiremos haciendo nuestro desmadre en la calle

A la hora que nos topes
En la plaza a cualquier hora que pases
Diarios caen los locos todos saben lo que aquí se hace
Nacen letras rudas y de mente cruda
No tengo otra manera de expresarme sobre la jura
No me apura aunque se pasen por un lado mio
Sincho traigo paleta pero nada va en el bolsillo
De largo colmillo
Nada asusta a estos vagos
Seguimos como si nada aunque pasen helicópteros bajos
Hoy con el mago vamos
Voy con 15 soldados junto a mi clan
En la consti haciendo estragos
Lo que me cargo en el tramo no miento me arrastra
Es lo que hace que me pele la chota y lo que a ti te falta

Bandidos clica con el código
Cabrones
Sitio verbal

La cabina en la que grabo es un cuento de manicomio
Con mi rap alusinante me catalogan de loco
Tal vez si lo estoy un poco por tronar tantos los cocos
Pero es que cada que truenan se me prende el pinche foco
Se me prende el pinche foco empieza la pinche loquera
Pisandome los talones los guachos en granadera
Los soldados bien armados con chalecos antibalas
Nosotros con un pañuelo tapandonos media cara

Perros con perros me van persiguiendo
Le doy baisa al churro y le sigo corriendo
Se escuchan detonaciones de fuego
Policías y bandidos ya empezó ya pinche juego
Soldaditos de juguete que viajan en su comando
Entren a mi barrio y verán de que les hablo

Ah ah
Yeah yeah
Yo yo yo

Me buscan por loco me buscan por lo que sea
Me buscan porque saben que en la cabina si se loquea
Ocho locotes de los más buscados
Sentados en un sillón todos avionados
Pinche chota para que me buscas
Entras pa mi barrio y sabes que te asustas
Puerco, tu solo das lata
Avientate un pinche tiro sin esa pinche placa
Yo no le corro solo por ser morro
Si yo le corro es porque traigo un pinche porro

Por andar de corruptos con la delincuencia organizada
En las noticias vi que te aventaron una granada
Se ponen verga conmigo pinches uniformados
Me gusta su cara de culos cuando llegan los soldados
Los puercos me buscan quieren agarrarme
Porque en la consti no paro de drogarme
Chingas a tu madre pinche uniformado
Mi gusto es andar en la calle tirado y fumado
Este es mi gusto, un susto me quieres meter
Cuando en la grana pasas y me quieres detener
Me huelen los dedos y te me quedas viendo
Te descuidas un segundo y yo ya me encuentro corriendo

Ocho malandros que la maría se van a fumar
Por más que corras puerco nunca nos podrás alcanzar
Yo aquí bien feliz en el escondite
Quemando la maría en papel o tal vez en un hiter
Como la otra vez, como la vez pasada
Explotan los cocos como una granada
Ni con sus armas largas nos intimidamos
Pues en la calle y en donde sea nos la tronamos
Pasan bien vergas en su convoy
Y yo me la sigo curando con mis homeboys

Bien aguados del tramo y la camiseta andamos con paletas
Pinche policeta me cuido pa que al bote no me metas
Cagan el palo y nosotros ni en cuenta
Contigo ni quien se meta
Bien aguados del tramo y la camiseta andamos con paletas
Pinche policeta me cuido pa que al bote no me metas
Cagan el palo y nosotros ni en cuenta
Contigo ni quien se meta

The 8 Most Wanted

Toasted
Fucking toasted
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 leandros
The Fucking micro-cro-cro-cro fo-fo-fo-no

Well hydrated from the hood and the shirt we walk with guns
Fucking police I watch out so they don't put me in jail
They shit the stick and we don't even notice
No one wants to mess with you
Well hydrated from the hood and the shirt we walk with guns
Fucking police I watch out so they don't put me in jail
They shit the stick and we don't even notice
No one wants to mess with you fucking rat loose tongue
Take off your badge and if you want the shirt
One shot and let no one interfere
I don't have to respect the fucking law
They are to blame for Monterrey being like this (monterrey)
In my hood with my buddies getting high like crazy (like crazy)
Six cops fell
They want to get me out of the hood to lock me up
But I'm going to fight for the roof

We're out of control
And at the same time a little high
The connection was made with these homies by my side
Be careful crazy dude if you don't want to end up locked up
Sirens come on with just one call
I try to do this with a proper ride
We are the wasted ones don't give me bullshit
Waste me to shit motherfucker you get fucked
I can't find the cure for this hard
That leaves me in madness
Run machete because there comes the oath

Every time I go out, I go out with my crazy head
Looking everywhere in case the soldiers come
With a fucking button stuck in my pants
No more shitting the stick the cops and it's very heel
And I'm not afraid of him I'm not going to pay the churro
You have to steal because you have nothing to eat
And they're not going to stop the madness here
We're going to risk the bakery to shit
We keep making noise until the speaker bursts
We will also continue to make our mess in the street

When we meet
In the square at any time you pass
Crazy people fall daily everyone knows what's going on here
Rude lyrics are born and with a raw mind
I have no other way to express myself about the oath
It doesn't rush me even if they pass by my side
Sincho I bring gun but nothing goes in my pocket
Long fang
Nothing scares these bums
We continue as if nothing happened although low helicopters pass
Today we go with the magician
I'm going with 15 soldiers next to my clan
In the consti wreaking havoc
What I carry in the section I'm not lying drags me
It's what makes the cops fight me and what you lack

Bandidos click with the code
Bastards
Verbal site

The booth I record in is a madhouse story
With my allusive rap they label me crazy
Maybe I am a little bit because I blow up so many coconuts
But it's that every time they thunder the fucking light comes on me
The fucking light comes on me the fucking madness begins
The cops are on my heels in a grenadier
The soldiers well armed with bulletproof vests
We with a handkerchief covering half our faces

Dogs with dogs are chasing me
I give baisa to the churro and I keep running
Gunshots are heard
Police and bandits the fucking game has already begun
Toy soldiers that travel in their command
Enter my neighborhood and you will see what I'm talking about

Ah ah
Yeah yeah
Yo yo yo

They look for me for being crazy they look for me for whatever
They look for me because they know that in the cabin if it goes crazy
Eight crazy people of the most wanted
Sitting on a sofa all high
Fucking cops why are you looking for me
You enter my neighborhood and you know you're scared
Pig, you're just a nuisance
Take a fucking shot without that fucking badge
I don't run from him just for being a kid
If I run from him it's because I'm carrying a fucking joint

For being corrupt with organized crime
On the news I saw that they threw a grenade at you
They get screwed with me fucking uniformed
I like their asshole face when the soldiers arrive
The pigs are looking for me they want to catch me
Because in the consti I don't stop drugging myself
Fuck your mother fucking uniformed
My taste is to walk in the street lying down and smoking
This is my taste, you want to scare me
When you pass in the grana and you want to stop me
My fingers smell and you stare at me
You neglect yourself for a second and I'm already running

Eight thugs who are going to smoke mary jane
No matter how much you run pig you will never be able to catch us
I'm here happy in the hiding place
Burning mary jane in paper or maybe in a heater
Like the other time, like last time
Coconuts explode like a grenade
Not even with their long weapons do we intimidate
Well in the street and wherever we blow it up
They pass by in their convoy
And I keep healing with my homeboys

Well hydrated from the hood and the shirt we walk with guns
Fucking police I watch out so they don't put me in jail
They shit the stick and we don't even notice
No one wants to mess with you
Well hydrated from the hood and the shirt we walk with guns
Fucking police I watch out so they don't put me in jail
They shit the stick and we don't even notice
No one wants to mess with you