Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marijuano Locos (Stoned Raiders), artist - Cypress Hill. Date of issue: 06.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Marijuano Locos (Stoned Raiders)(original) |
| … Y que cabron… Me vale… A huevo… |
| Tonces pues, pa mi clicka digo |
| La pura cypress hill clicka familia, pa que sebas |
| Muero por mi clicka, me vale madre… |
| Sabes que? |
| Es mi vale y mi sangre |
| Por eso por siempre puro cypress locotes |
| Pa que sepas.!! |
| Uno pal cerro, ocho pal maton |
| Siete pa tu muerte porque el sur es el mas chingon |
| No dejo de cargar mi fusca |
| Donde quiera que yo voy, porque me quieren quebrar |
| Soy el vato mas conocido, nacido bandido |
| Sere, no te metas conmigo |
| Solo ven si quieres pleito |
| Los putos nunca vienen nomas hablan detras |
| De las espaldas, saco el cuete |
| Porque hablas chingaderas? |
| Eh, se te acabo todo ese |
| Un vato muere y si tu |
| Quieres pedo con lo mismo quedaras en el atauld |
| Di que te queda, la fusca te lleva |
| A la muerte mas rapido si eres leva… |
| Una ves ese, cypress hill, que nos vas a hacer ah? |
| Cypress hill te arrebata feria, quita feria |
| Viajando directo en avion a suramerica |
| Respirando mariguana, a 12 mil pies me eleva |
| A 40 mil, donde estamos? |
| Aterrizando en un lago, escondido y alejado |
| Directos al estadio, huyendo |
| De lugar a lugar, destruyendo… |
| Donde se que este es el que sigue, se enciende |
| Pachele, parate y dile de cual eres |
| Dejan a la clicka seria |
| Quebran perros ustedes locos en miseria |
| Seria mucho recivir |
| Cromos en el pecho y me voy a morir |
| Putos descancen en violencia |
| Eternidad so no va a parar, ja! |
| Pa que sepan cabrones, cypress clicka |
| El vato muggs, b-real, sen perro escandaloso |
| Cartoon, sick jacken, el vato duke |
| Mellow man, so vato cabron bum bum! |
| Pa que sepan gueyes… |
| (translation) |
| … And what a bastard… I don't care… Egg… |
| Then, for my clicka I say |
| The pure cypress hill clicka family, why do you know |
| I die for my clicka, I'm worth mother... |
| Did you know? |
| It's my ticket and my blood |
| That's why forever pure cypress locotes |
| For you to know.!! |
| One for the hill, eight for the bully |
| Seven for your death because the south is the coolest |
| I do not stop loading my fusca |
| Wherever I go, because they want to break me |
| I am the best known vato, born bandit |
| Sere, don't mess with me |
| Just come if you want a lawsuit |
| The whores never come, they just talk behind |
| From the backs, I take out the cuete |
| Why are you talking shit? |
| Hey, you're out of all that |
| A guy dies and if you |
| You want to fart with the same thing, you will stay in the coffin |
| Say that you have left, the fusca takes you |
| To death faster if you are cam... |
| Once you see that, cypress hill, what are you going to do to us there? |
| Cypress hill snatches you fair, takes away fair |
| Traveling direct by plane to South America |
| Breathing marijuana, at 12 thousand feet it lifts me |
| At 40 thousand, where are we? |
| Landing on a lake, hidden and far away |
| Straight to the stadium, running away |
| From place to place, destroying… |
| Where I know that this is the one that follows, it lights up |
| Pachele, stand up and tell him which one you're from |
| They leave the clicka serious |
| You crazy dogs break in misery |
| It would be a lot to receive |
| Cards on the chest and I'm going to die |
| Putos rest in violence |
| Eternity is not going to stop, ha! |
| So they know bastards, cypress clicka |
| The vato muggs, b-real, sen scandalous dog |
| Cartoon, sick jacken, el vato duke |
| Mellow man, so vato bastard boom boom! |
| So that you guys know… |