Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clave Privada, artist - Banda El Recodo. Date of issue: 18.07.2013
Song language: Spanish
Clave Privada(original) |
| Y esto va para toda la raza pesada de jalisco |
| Donde andan compás |
| Y esto es de mi compa mario quintero |
| Que se llama la clave privada |
| Dicen que me andan buscando |
| Que me quieren agarrar |
| Rueguenle a dios no encontrarme |
| Porque les puede pesar |
| Mi gente se me enloquece |
| Cuando le ordeno matar |
| Seguro |
| Ya mucho tiempo fui pobre |
| Mucha gente me humillaba |
| Y empece a ganar dinero |
| Las cosas están volteadas |
| Ahora me llaman patrón |
| Tengo mi clave privada |
| Yo me paseo por jalisco |
| En mi cheyene del año |
| Dos hombres en la cajuela |
| Con un cuerno en cada mano |
| De vigilancia a los carros |
| Por si sucede algo extraño |
| Voy a seguir trabajando |
| Mientras tenga compradores |
| En los estados unidos |
| Allí existen los mejores |
| Compran cien kilos de polvo |
| Como comprar unas flores |
| Y no es mentiras compa |
| Quiero mandar un saludo |
| A toditos los presentes |
| Amigos que están con migo |
| Y también a los ausentes |
| Brindemos por las mujeres |
| Las traigo siempre en mi mente |
| Mi orgullo ser sinalouence |
| Lo digo donde yo quiero |
| Estado de muchos gallos |
| Que se encuentran prisioneros |
| Pero este gallo es mas bravo |
| Les canta en su gallinero |
| Tengan cuidado señores |
| Andan buscando la muerte |
| El miedo no lo conozco |
| Para eso no tuve suerte |
| Soy cerca de mazatlan |
| Tierra de puros valientes |
| (translation) |
| And this goes for all the heavy race of Jalisco |
| where are compass |
| And this is from my company Mario Quintero |
| What is the private key called |
| They say they're looking for me |
| that they want to grab me |
| Pray to god you won't find me |
| Because it can weigh them down |
| My people drive me crazy |
| When I order him to kill |
| Sure |
| I was poor for a long time |
| many people humiliated me |
| And start making money |
| things are flipped |
| Now they call me boss |
| I have my private key |
| I walk around Jalisco |
| In my cheyenne of the year |
| Two men in the trunk |
| With a horn in each hand |
| Surveillance to cars |
| In case something strange happens |
| I will continue working |
| As long as you have buyers |
| In the U.S |
| There are the best |
| They buy a hundred kilos of powder |
| How to buy some flowers |
| And it's not lies compa |
| I want to send a greeting |
| To all those present |
| friends who are with me |
| And also to the absent |
| Here's to the women |
| I always bring them in my mind |
| I am proud to be sinalouence |
| I say it where I want |
| State of many roosters |
| who are prisoners |
| But this rooster is braver |
| He sings to them in his chicken coop |
| be careful gentlemen |
| They are looking for death |
| Fear I do not know |
| For that I had no luck |
| I am close to Mazatlan |
| Land of pure brave |