Текст и перевод песни TREN LOKOTE - Lo Que Me Interesa

Lo Que Me Interesa

(Lalalalalalalala)...
Me salgo del cantón con mi hierba y con mi blunt
Filero en el pantalón por si me topo algún mamón
En la calle está la acción, no confío en cualquier cabrón
Y este cuete no es de adorno trae calientito el cañón
No que no truenas pistola wey subele a la consola
Que esto es pa la raza chola el lado sur es quien controla
Forja el toque, prende, rola hay mota pa toda la bola
Y un pito con todo y bolas pa levas y las farolas

Neta me comentan que me paso de corneta
Si me ve agache la jeta y bájese de la banqueta
Por que traigo una que inyecta plomo en panza y en maceta
Con esquirlas expansivas exclusivas pa tu vientre

Si se escuchan ambulancias en el barrio es que algo pasa
Le pido al de allá arriba que no sea alguien de mi raza
Por que la muerte se lleva a homies que son de coraza
Como Talache y Chaneke dos locos que en paz descansen

Me vale madre lo que piensen eso no me importa
Lo que me importa es mi familia y que esta vida es corta
Me vale gaver lo que digan neta no me importa
Me importa estar con mis homies rostizando la mota

Regreses mitad hueso, también tenemos con queso
Por eso
Nos dicen que estamos mal del seso
El bisne está tenso, menso no sales ileso
Si tropiezo me sacudo el pinche polvo y me enderezo

Sorpresa, mi tropa en accionar no se las piensa
Locos por naturaleza, el arsenal pega con fuerza
El nombre del Tren Lokote en varios lados pesa
Reza, nuestro desmadre a penas empieza

Que no falte la yesca, fiesta hasta que amanezca
Mil cartuchos útiles pal puto que se crezca
Bien listos pa la gresca, pa lo que se le ofrezca
El enemi se acerca ya llegó la carne fresca
Que no falte la yesca, fiesta hasta que amanezca
Mil cartuchos útiles pal puto que se crezca
Bien listos pa la gresca, pa lo que se le ofrezca
El enemi se acerca ya llegó la carne fresca

Me vale madre lo que piensen eso no me importa
Lo que me importa es mi familia y que esta vida es corta
Me vale gaver lo que digan neta no me importa
Me importa estar con mis homies rostizando la mota

(Lalalalala)...

What's of Interest to Me

(La, la, la, la, la)...
I leave the neighborhood with my weed and my blunt
Knife in my pants in case I run into some sucker
In the street, there's action, I don't trust any bastard
And this gun is not for decoration, the barrel is hot
Don't say your gun doesn't fire, man, turn up the volume
This is for the chola race, the south side is in control
Roll the joint, light it up, there's weed for the whole group
And a bong with everything and balls for the stoners and the headlights

Man, I'm told I'm loud
If you see me, look down and get off the curb
Because I'm carrying one that injects lead into guts and flower pots
With expanding shrapnel exclusively for your belly

If you hear ambulances in the neighborhood, something's up
I pray to the man upstairs that it's not someone from my race
Because death takes homies who are tough
Like Talache and Chaneke, two crazy guys who rest in peace

I don't give a damn what people think, I don't care
What matters to me is my family and that life is short
I don't care about what people say, I really don't care
What matters to me is being with my homies smoking weed

You come back half-boned, we also have it with cheese
That's why
They say we're crazy
The business is tense, fool, you won't get out unscathed
If I trip, I shake off the damn dust and I stand up straight

Surprise, my crew doesn't think twice about pulling the trigger
Crazy by nature, the arsenal hits hard
The name of Tren Lokote has weight in many places
Pray, our madness is just beginning

May the weed never run out, party until dawn
A thousand live rounds for the asshole who gets too big for his britches
Ready for the fight, for whatever you need
The enemy is approaching, the fresh meat has arrived
May the weed never run out, party until dawn
A thousand live rounds for the asshole who gets too big for his britches
Ready for the fight, for whatever you need
The enemy is approaching, the fresh meat has arrived

I don't give a damn what people think, I don't care
What matters to me is my family and that life is short
I don't care about what people say, I really don't care
What matters to me is being with my homies smoking weed

(La, la, la, la)...