Текст и перевод песни LEGADO 7 - El Chinito (Version Tololoche)

El Chinito (Version Tololoche)

Rolándose un cigarro con hojas de marihuana
En el trabajo nunca bajo, nadie me regaña
En Las Vegas que me amanezca, porque así me encanta
Quemar un cigarrito y las apuestas nunca faltan

Rifles y cortas siempre portan, porque así es la chamba
Allá en Sonora y Sinaloa, ando al cien con la plebada
Los Ángeles, allá es su casa, porque ahí trabaja
Y pa' llenar el papelito, kush de la más cara

Pa' ruletear, doble rodado con un R a un lado
En sus eventos, las guitarras los Barrón tocando
Jesús OG de la influencia, cuando anda enfiestado
Y pa' quemar, un wacksecito a gusto con Legado

El Chinito, porque los ojos siempre trae tumbados
Cuando lo miran, se le nota que anda marihuano
Como "el gordito" o "el sobrino", también lo apodadon
Se nota luego su presencia en los carros del año

Cien por ciento mojado, sur centro donde lo criaron
Entre sus calles de chiquillo andaba ya de vago
Llegé pa'l norte, fui creciendo, me fui conectando
Y sin pensarlo el gordito ahorita anda alivianado

Un vaisecito de cushara pa' andar arreglado
Un Skywalker o un OG, ya saben de lo que hablo
Nomás se ve el humaderón al bajarse del carro
Se mira bien placoso con el R muy terciado

Ya se depide el Chinito, a gusto se va, chavalos
Como su padre, todo un hombre y quiere recordarlo
Aunque no esté presente, siempre lo trae a su lado
Nunca se olvida que desde el cielo lo está mirando

Rolándose un toque con hojitas de marihuana
Con el equipo en La Angelina, quemando cushara
De la motita, la más buena, la que El Chino carga
Un wacksecito en la plumita porque a todo le haya

Rolándose un toque con hojitas de marihuana
Rolándose un toque con hojitas de marihuana

The Chinito (Tololoche Version)

Rolling a cigarette with marijuana leaves
At work, I never slow down, nobody scolds me
In Las Vegas, where I wake up, because that's how I like it
To burn a cigarette and the bets are never missing

Rifles and knives they always carry, because that's how the job is
There in Sonora and Sinaloa, I'm hanging out with the plebes
Los Angeles, that's where they call home, because that's where they work
And to fill the little paper, the most expensive kush

To roll, the double roll with an R on the side
At their events, the Barrón guitars playing
Jesús OG of the influence, when he's partying
And to smoke, a little wacksecito with Legado

The Chinito, because his eyes are always down
When they look at him, you can tell he's high on marijuana
Like "the fat boy" or "the nephew", they also call him
You can tell his presence right away in the cars of the year

One hundred percent wetback, south central where he was raised
In his streets as a kid, he was already hanging out as a bum
I came to the north, I grew up, I got connected
And without thinking, the fat boy is now chilling

A little bit of cushara to keep me looking good
A Skywalker or an OG, you know what I'm talking about
You can see the smoke as he gets out of the car
He looks really cool with the R sideways

The Chinito says goodbye, he's leaving happy, guys
Like his father, a real man and he wants to remember him
Although he's not present, he always keeps him by his side
Never forgetting that he's watching over him from heaven

Rolling a joint with little marijuana leaves
With the team in La Angelina, smoking cushara
Of the best weed, the kind El Chino carries
A little wacksecito in the pen because he's got it all

Rolling a joint with little marijuana leaves
Rolling a joint with little marijuana leaves