Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Andamos Armados, artist - Control Machete.
Date of issue: 12.02.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Andamos Armados(original) |
Como cada viernes la raza est presente |
Arriba, abajo, por todos lados |
Armando el desmadre como mi compadre |
Que no tiene tiempo para agaitarse |
Siempre que tiene humor ya sea me tomo una cerveza |
Para animarse y as alterarse |
Un poco de sabor, amargo el trago |
Hay que olvidar todos los pinches ratos |
Con un poco de desmadre y todos bien armados |
Despertando al vecino y a todo el vecindario |
Hasta ver que amanece y ya no haya cheve |
Hasta que dejes de or (zumbando al machete) |
Andamos armados… |
Verse 2: Pato |
(So) somos lo que somos, aunque no comprendes |
Unos mexicanos que controlan el machete |
Mira como sube ms Esta pinche fiesta es pa todo el personal |
La raza, sigue uniendo vecindarios |
Venimos armados mirando a todos lados |
Siempre que querramos, haremos a un lado |
A cualquier mamila que pretenda ataarnos |
Como algunos homeys nado en mi mente |
Zumba el machete, sale el demente |
Mira como sube ms Duro para arriba que no vaya a bajar |
Verse 3: Fermn IV (Pato) |
Andamos armados con el microfono y el ritmo |
(Todo este pinche ruido) |
El machete controlando todo el escenario |
(Con la cheve en la mano y el desmn organizado |
(Armense todos, todos los que puedan |
Hazlo a tu modo con lo que tu quieras) x4 |
Andamos armados con el cuerno de chivo |
A ver quien se atreve a apagar el pinche ruido |
El desmadre organizado no es slo un rato |
Es pa’toda la noche (tu trpale al radio) |
Si a t te parece sbele al volmen |
Agrrate una cheve a ver a quien se le sube |
El primer balazo es al aire pa’alegrar la fiesta |
Si todo si es ms fiel que se entrometa |
Pa’que me detenga no va a ser sencillo |
Esto est empezando sin ya vale un grillo |
Si no vas a unirte, ni pa’que te metes |
Hazte a un lado, que ah te va el machete |
Verse 4: Fermn IV (Pato) |
Andamos armados con el micrfono y el ritmo |
(Todo este pinche ruido) |
El machete controlando todo el escenario |
(Con la cheve en la mano y el desmadre organizado) |
(Armense todos, todos los que puedan |
Hazlo a tu modo con lo que tu quieras) x6 |
(translation) |
As every Friday the breed is present |
Up, down, everywhere |
Arming the mess like my compadre |
That he doesn't have time to get excited |
Whenever he's in the mood, I either have a beer |
To cheer up and get excited |
A little taste, bitter the drink |
You have to forget all the fucking moments |
With a bit of chaos and all well armed |
Waking up the neighbor and the whole neighborhood |
Until we see that it dawns and there is no more beer |
Until you stop praying (whizzing at the machete) |
We are armed... |
Verse 2: Duck |
(So) we are what we are, although you do not understand |
Some Mexicans who control the machete |
Watch how more goes up This fucking party is for all the staff |
The race, continues to unite neighborhoods |
We come armed looking everywhere |
Whenever we want, we will put aside |
To any baby that tries to bind us |
Like some homeys I swim in my mind |
The machete buzzes, the madman comes out |
Look how it goes up harder so it won't go down |
Verse 3: Fermn IV (Duck) |
We walk armed with the microphone and the rhythm |
(All this fucking noise) |
The machete controlling the entire stage |
(With beer in hand and organized disorder |
(Arm everyone, everyone who can |
Do it your way with whatever you want) x4 |
We are armed with the goat's horn |
Let's see who dares to turn off the fucking noise |
Organized rampage is not just for a while |
It's for the whole night (you play the radio) |
If it seems to you, turn to the volume |
Grab a beer to see who gets it |
The first shot is in the air to brighten up the party |
If everything if it is more faithful than it interferes |
For me to stop, it's not going to be easy |
This is starting without already worth a cricket |
If you are not going to join, not even why do you get involved |
Step aside, here's the machete |
Verse 4: Fermn IV (Duck) |
We walk armed with the microphone and the rhythm |
(All this fucking noise) |
The machete controlling the entire stage |
(With beer in hand and organized chaos) |
(Arm everyone, everyone who can |
Do it your way with whatever you want) x6 |