Текст и перевод песни La Santa Grifa - De Aqui para Alla

De Aqui para Alla

Hea es la santa grifa de aquí para allá la 83 los hijos de la chingada sobres wey wachen el toque de una ves putos sobres
Las calles huelen a mota y el barrio esta reloco
Culpables somos todos de que nos miren con odio
Mi boca sigue seca y mis neuronas bien quemadas
El ambiente en el que vivo rodeado de marihuana
En la esquina el humo siempre yo quemando esa bacha
Locos de la zapata que me rolan unas baisas
Siempre andamos quemando ya ando a madre como un rasta
De aquí para allá la conecta nunca para
Unos andan prendidos bien pelones y con gafas
Abstenga de hablar si no conocen el barrio
En la 15 temprano se despiertan con un gallo lo malo es que no cantan
Pero eso no hay pedo
Lo bueno es que hecha humo
Que es todo lo que quiero
Nos vieron en la esquina nos tachan de pandilleros
Por andar en la bola con locos de callejeros
En los barrios distintos Tampico y de Madero
Cada fin de semana zumbamos un cotorrreo
Sobres me despido saludos pa la patrullas que namas Cagan el palo y bueno chingen a la suya jajaja chingen a la suya
Nubes! del humo que flota suben! la chompa me explota naves! de papel y Mota fuego pa volar y quemarles las patas X2
Desde que rompí el reloj ya camino sin horario
Mis tenis ya se la saben son la verga del barrio
De aquí para allá con mis homies andamos de fiesta
No faltan las wamas y el que me saca de fresa
Ya no me miran raro ya le gustó a las rucas
La vecinas me aguantan ya me tiran a lucas
Mis jefes ya me apoyan ya no la vieron de otra
Si saben que desde morro me agarró la chota
Siempre he sido un vago y al chile me vale verga
Si ya me pasó todo ya nada me paniquea
Siempre he sido un cabron y mis amigos ya lo saben
Yo no tuve exnovias tuve putas personales
Yaaaaa!
Que diosito me va a castigaaaaar! que el pinche diablo me va a llevaaaar!
Hasta acá me llegan los olores
Andamos conectados como las drogas del fhorez
Ha como las drogas del fhorez donde quiera que te encuentres loco
Acá le prendo una pinche veladora usted aya fumese un churro de marihuana a la verga
Nubes! del humo que flota suben! la chompa me explota naves! de papel y Mota fuego pa volar y quemarles las patas X2
De aquí para allá con pura malilla fumando calillas
Toda la pandilla
Andando bien gris
Nos buscan a chis
Porque mahachis
Voy a quedas chisco
A lo malandro se hizo la conecta como ir al punto para comprar mota se prende otro gallo aqui en la zapata
La 15 de mayo colonia paletas
Nos sacas al bando mejor no te metas no andes merodeando te sacan las tripas
Te sientes muy malo pues caile puñetas
Puro caga palos marcado en banquetas
Para el estrés fumando en zik zak
La 83 tirandote el tac
Sobres quemarles las patas al diablo
No juegues con fuego
Yo ya estoy quemado
Yo voy pal infierno
El suelo esta caliente
El beat vota el veneno
Como una serpiente
Huele a petate me siento en ambiente
Somos corrientes como el agua ardiente
Nubes! del humo que flota suben! la chompa me explota naves! de papel y Mota fuego pa volar y quemarles las patas X2
De aquí pa ya esa es mi vida carnal si hoy estoy aquí mañana quién sabrá
Siempre ando bien grillo
Apoco no se nota
No culpo la plata
No ocupo las gotas
Si la chota me para
Wachan mis dedos
Wachan mi cara
Si me preguntan yo no sé nada ellos saben si me llevan o me dan quebrada
Bien alocada sigue la mente
Vatos locos tamos pendientes
Nada es por siempre todo se acaba una vida a prisa muy disfrutada
Con la perra de la wama y la grifa
Un brindis por la clica
Y salud por aquellos que ya no están ahorita
Nubes! del humo que flota suben! la chompa me explota naves! de papel y Mota fuego pa volar y quemarles las patas X2
Yau ha está rola va directo hacia las nubes por un carnalito que se nos adelantó en el camino el fhorez sobres loco de acá le mandamos un saludo de toda la 83 y de la Santa grifa y usted no se aguite loco que de rato le caigo namas no se acabe la pinche marihuana cabron.

From Here to There

Hey, it's the holy weed from here to there the 83 the sons of a bitch over here, man, watch the touch at once, motherfuckers, over here
The streets smell like motorcycles, and the hood is going crazy
We are all guilty that they look at us with hate
My mouth is still dry, and my neurons are well fried
The environment I live in, surrounded by marijuana
On the corner, the smoke always, me burning that bowl
Crazy from Zapata that roll me some blunts
We're always burning, I'm already like a rasta, girl
From here to there, the connect never stops
Some are lit, bald, and with glasses
Refrain from talking if you don't know the hood
At 15, they wake up early with a rooster, the bad thing is that they don't sing
But that's no problem
The good thing is that it smokes
Which is all I want
They saw us on the corner, they label us gangsters
For hanging out with crazy street people
In the different neighborhoods, Tampico and Madero
Every weekend, we have a blast
Over here, I say goodbye, greetings to the patrols that only shit the stick and well fuck off hahaha fuck off
Clouds! Of the smoke that floats up! My head explodes ships! Of paper and weed fire to fly and burn their legs X2
Since I broke the clock, I walk without a schedule
My shoes already know it, they're the shit of the hood
From here to there with my homies we are partying
There is no shortage of babes and the one that makes me strawberry
They don't look at me weird anymore, the chicks like it
The neighbors put up with me, they throw me at Lucas
My bosses already support me, they didn't see it any other way
If they know that since I was a kid I got hooked on weed
I've always been a vagabond, and honestly I don't give a fuck
If everything has already happened to me, nothing panics me anymore
I've always been a bastard, and my friends already know it
I didn't have ex-girlfriends, I had personal whores
Yaaaaa!
That God is going to punish meeee! That the damn devil is going to take meeee!
The smells reach me here
We are connected like the drugs of the fhorez
Ha like the drugs of the fhorez wherever you find yourself crazy
Here I light a fucking candle you smoke a marijuana joint to the fuck
Clouds! Of the smoke that floats up! My head explodes ships! Of paper and weed fire to fly and burn their legs X2
From here to there with pure bad weed smoking roaches
The whole gang
Walking pretty high
They look for us in a flash
Because we smoke weed
I'm going to get high
The connect was made like a badass like going to the point to buy weed another rooster lights up here in Zapata
May 15th, paletas neighborhood
You take us out of the band, you better not get involved, don't go around they take out your guts
You feel very bad then shut up
Pure shit sticks marked on sidewalks
For stress, smoking in zigzag
The 83 throwing you the tac
Over here, burn the devil's legs
Don't play with fire
I'm already burned
I'm going to hell
The ground is hot
The beat throws the poison
Like a snake
It smells like weed, I feel in the environment
We are current like burning water
Clouds! Of the smoke that floats up! My head explodes ships! Of paper and weed fire to fly and burn their legs X2
From here to there, that's my life, buddy, if I'm here today, tomorrow who knows
I'm always high
Don't you notice?
I don't blame the money
I don't need the drops
If the cops stop me
Watch my fingers
Watch my face
If they ask me, I don't know anything, they know if they take me or give me a break
The mind is still crazy
Crazy dudes we are pending
Nothing is forever, everything ends, a life in a hurry, very enjoyed
With the bitch babe and the weed
A toast to the clique
And greetings to those who are no longer here now
Clouds! Of the smoke that floats up! My head explodes ships! Of paper and weed fire to fly and burn their legs X2
Yau, this song goes straight to the clouds for a buddy who went ahead of us on the road, the fhorez over here crazy we send you a greeting from all the 83 and the Santa grifa and don't worry crazy that I'll fall by later just don't run out of fucking marijuana, bastard.