Translation of the song lyrics Tú No Ajaunta (Checkmate) - Cypress Hill

Tú No Ajaunta (Checkmate) (original)

Ahi vamos caballero, ese el negro lo correcta
No me llames policia porque nada te protecta
Empina ese pie, persina mas un poquito
Con el perro a hueso yo lo necesito
Si estas a 5 pies de mi, yo te lo quito
Pido la espalda, tas ahi?
un payasito
Te tumbo, como un control remado
Te persigo y te sigo y te meto como un palo
Juntando raperos como modos en la mesa
Sopresa, te rompi la cabeza
Te pongo a dormir, con abrazo de pescueso
No me importa lo que tengo que hacer, yo hago queso
Pasele, cuidado con mi estilo
Te mato bien matado, ya dormi un ratico…
Chorus x2:
(checkeame tu!) te cuelgo alto
Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto
Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba
(checkeame tu!) ten cuidado que no te rompa…
Mira mira, ten cuidado, ponte en fila
Matando raperos y quitandote la vida
Me llevo la tuya, simple, no vales nada
El ultimo imagen que ves, es mi cara
Si quieres la bomba namas llamenme a mi Cypress hill vive, siempre tamos aqui
Corriendo el juego con el mismo fuego
Quemando los demas, tirandolo en el hueco
Ya despues que queme, yo bajo la llama
Corre, escondete bajo la cama
No te hagas bobo, mi juego apretado
Listo, preparado, como un soldado
Te corto tan malo tu madre ni te conoce
A cuantos se lo hice?
tengo mas que 12
No juegues conmigo, tengo dedo cuete
Ten mucho cuidado o esta en la muerte
Pego duro, tan duro que tu no sabes
Cuando suene la campana eres uno de mis esclaves…
Chorus
Voy a patear (uhh!) como un sonero
Dame mi dinero, lo meto de mal empleo
Y nadie ha venido a mi Hablando del oeste, largo de aqui
So como quieras
Y no me importa a que grupo tu perteneces
No venga por aqui hablando tierra ese
Como les tumbo pandilleros, se derriten como hielo
Les gusta hablar mucho pero no tienen huevos…
Mis negros estan en juego, no te recuerdas
Haciendo los shows rapeando contra cualquiera
Fuerte con estilo que gente ni sabia
Mira que matamos a muchos ese dia
No tenian chance, los desvaratamos
Y hasta este dia todavia melozamos
Vete pa tras, negro te doy patadas
No vale na, dale con la mota
Te rompo la quijada, estoy en tu ciudad
Si tienes una esposa la dejo viuda…
Chorus

Tú No Ajaunta (Checkmate) (translation)

There we go gentleman, that the black one is correct
Do not call me police because nothing protects you
Raise that foot, persina more a little
With the dog to the bone I need it
If you're within 5 feet of me, I'll take it from you
I ask for the back, are you there?
a little clown
I knock you down, like rowed control
I chase you and I follow you and I put you like a stick
Gathering rappers like modes on the table
Surprise, I broke your head
I put you to sleep, with a neck hug
I don't care what I have to do, I make cheese
Pass him, be careful with my style
I killed you well, I already slept for a while...
Chorus x2:
(check me you!) I hang you high
We have what sounds, come and I'll break you
Throw the bullet off the hill with the bomb
(check me you!) be careful not to break…
Look look, be careful, get in line
Killing rappers and taking your life
I'll take yours, simple, you're worth nothing
The last image you see is my face
If you want the pump namas call me at my Cypress hill lives, we are always here
Running the game with the same fire
Burning the rest, throwing it in the hole
Already after it burns, I under the flame
Run, hide under the bed
Don't be silly, my tight game
Ready, set, like a soldier
I cut you so bad your mother doesn't even know you
How many did I do it to?
I have more than 12
Don't play with me, I have a cuete finger
Be very careful or you are in death
I hit hard, so hard that you don't know
When the bell rings you are one of my slaves...
Chorus
I'm going to kick (uhh!) like a sonero
Give me my money, I put it in a bad job
And no one has come to me Speaking of the west, get out of here
I am as you want
And I don't care what group you belong to
Don't come around here talking about that land
As I knock them gangbangers down, they melt like ice
They like to talk a lot but they don't have balls...
My blacks on stake, don't you remember
Doing the shows rapping against anyone
Strong with style that people didn't even know
Look we killed many that day
They had no chance, we devastated them
And to this day we still rock
Go back, black I kick you
It's not worth it, hit it with the weed
I break your jaw, I'm in your city
If you have a wife, I leave her a widow...
Chorus