Текст и перевод песни Yorking Hb - A Volar

A Volar

Ya es hora de volar
Todos mis perros tan prendiendo la mecha
Saca lo mas chilo que da la cosecha
Rola pa la derecha

Solo quiero tripear
Trucha con la poli que nos acecha
Cero placa pa que no haya sospecha
Me les cruce la brecha

Siempre marihuanon
Pa que me paren va a estar cabron
La gente dice pues quienes son
Que esta fumando en la habitación

Quemo en la cocina y en la regadera
En pleno concierto y en la carretera
En una manzana, durazno, pera
Ya se la sabe vida callejera

Ey soy de la h homs
Por si pregunta de donde son
Alla por quino quemando un blunt
O por la 5 o en el rincon

Todos bien locos por tradición
Si quieres te mando ubicación
Te invito un gallo en mi callejon
Pa que comprendas mi posición

Date un poco de thc o cbd
Pa que sientas como te pone en un viaje que solo es para usted
Jalele fumele el gallito prendele
Pa que sientas la naturaleza como conecta

Ya es hora de volar
Todos mis perros tan prendiendo la mecha
Saca lo mas chilo que da la cosecha
Rola pa la derecha

Solo quiero tripear
Trucha con la poli que nos acecha
Cero placa pa que no haya sospecha
Me les cruce la brecha

Soy marihuano, me voy a otro plano para conocer al sensei
Pa no me tires nomas dele play
Ellas estan bailando solo pal rey
Todos mis perros rompiendo la ley

Que estas diciendo? what do you say?
Puro chulito de gta
Soy de los homeboys puro yk

Wacha como esta el show
Aqui nos sobra motita y flow
Andan volando como en un low
Asi nomas ya te la you know

Puro sonora puro homeboys
Tengo bien claro pa donde voy
No te confundas sabes quien soy

Si se escucha el woop woop yo no corro
Nervios de acero desde que estaba bien morro
Alla por el cerro con mi perros y unos porros
Venimos de cero pero ya vamos por todo

Desde morrillo me la rifo
En la cancha el chilo aunque diario andaba grifo
Siempre trucha siempre al tiro mi jefe me dijo
La vida es dura pero estas mas duro tu canijo

Ya es hora de volar
Todos mis perros tan prendiendo la mecha
Saca lo mas chilo que da la cosecha
Rola pa la derecha

Solo quiero tripear
Trucha con la poli que nos acecha
Cero placa pa que no haya sospecha
Me les cruce la brecha

Es el trapero
Yk
Yorking
Homeboys
Asi nomas pa

Time to Fly

It's time to fly
All my homies are lighting the fuse
Bring out the best that the harvest produces
Roll it to the right

I just want to trip out
Watch out for the cops who are stalking us
No plates so there's no suspicion
I'll cross them off

Always a stoner
It's gonna be tough for them to stop me
People say, who are they?
Who's smoking in the room?

I blaze in the kitchen and in the shower
At concerts and on the highway
In an apple, peach, pear
You already know that street life, baby

Yo, I'm from the H, homs
In case you're wondering where we're from
Over there in Quino blazing a blunt
Or on 5th or the corner

We're all crazy by tradition
If you want, I'll send you my location
I'll invite you to a smoke-out in my alley
So you can understand my point of view

Give yourself some THC or CBD
So you can feel how it takes you on a trip that's just for you
Hit it, smoke it, light up the joint
So you can feel how nature connects

It's time to fly
All my homies are lighting the fuse
Bring out the best that the harvest produces
Roll it to the right

I just want to trip out
Watch out for the cops who are stalking us
No plates so there's no suspicion
I'll cross them off

I'm a stoner, I'm going to another plane to meet the sensei
Don't just diss me, just hit play
They're dancing just for the king
All my homies are breaking the law

What are you saying? What do you say?
Just a little hustler from GTA
I'm from the homeboys, pure YK

Check out the show
We've got plenty of weed and flow here
They're flying like they're on a low
That's just how it is, you know

Sonora homeboys all the way
I know exactly where I'm going
Don't get me wrong, you know who I am

If I hear the woop woop, I don't run
Nerves of steel since I was a little kid
Over there on the hill with my homies and some joints
We came from nothing but now we're going for everything

I've been hustling since I was a little kid
On the court, the hustler, although I was always stoned
Always alert, always on the lookout, my boss told me
Life is hard, but you're tougher, my friend

It's time to fly
All my homies are lighting the fuse
Bring out the best that the harvest produces
Roll it to the right

I just want to trip out
Watch out for the cops who are stalking us
No plates so there's no suspicion
I'll cross them off

It's the trapper
YK
Yorking
Homeboys
That's just how it is