More songs by Gabito Ballesteros
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Description
It smells of gunpowder, gasoline, and love that makes your temples throb. Everything is rumbling and shining - the crosses, the engine, the sun on the body, the music at full volume. Between gunshots and kisses lives a strange tenderness, one that knows no fear. He swears to protect, but he does it with a machine gun in his hand and a Marlboro in his teeth. She is his reason to stay alive, and his reason to die beautifully. In this rhythm, it's not romance, but adrenaline mixed with loyalty. Stylish, gritty, and brutally honest: love here is like a machine gun burst, but aimed straight at the heart.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ey yoh
Fuerza Regida
Otro pedo
La piernera de Chrome Hearts
Traigo tres cruces y en el cuerno más
Tranquilón, mi viejón
Un pase es mi Starbucks pa andar al millón
Ando por Francia o Mazatlán
En las pulmonías, mija, ¿qué plan?
Fuga pa'l clásico, algo clasicón
Parece narcofiesta, pachangón
Pero si no estás aquí, me desespero
Un Marlboro bañado pa'l desvelo
Mija, no me llores si me muero
Que los bandidos no vamos pa'l cielo
Locos, los tumbamos del palo como cocos
La Cadillac blindada, puros cholos
A los contras los dejamos mongolos
Mija, con ser tu sancho me conformo
Ey yoh
Así suena su compa Gabito, viejo
Así nomás, compa Jesús
Pura Fuerza Regida, a la verga, viejo
Fuerza Regida
En chinga en el GT500, zumba un corridón
Un polvo activa el ultra instinto pa tumbar diablos
Ay, corazón, pásame el cuernón
Es mi espada de Murasama pa cuidarte, amor
Los rifles desde Rusia, primo, hay que topar
Que los del aire están tirando, parece Star Wars
Agarré el barretsón, ya tumbé a dos
Si muero, te espero en el cielo pa hacerte el amor
Pero si no estás aquí, me desespero
Un Marlboro bañado pa'l desvelo
Mija, no me llores si me muero
Que los bandidos no vamos pa'l cielo
Locos, los tumbamos del palo como cocos
La Cadillac blindada, puros cholos
A los contras los dejamos mongolos
Mija, con ser tu sancho me conformo
Nomás con ser tu sancho, chiquitita
Puros corridos tumbados
Así nomás
English translation
Hey yo
Ruled Force
another fart
Chrome Hearts Leg
I bring three crosses and on the horn more
Calm down, my old man
A pass is my Starbucks to go a million
I go through France or Mazatlán
In pneumonia, mija, what plan?
Escape for the classic, something classic
It looks like a narco-party, pachangón
But if you're not here, I despair
A Marlboro bathed for sleeplessness
Mija, don't cry for me if I die
That we bandits don't go to heaven
Crazy people, we knock them down like coconuts
The armored Cadillac, pure cholos
We leave the cons mongols
Mija, with being your sancho I am satisfied
Hey yo
This is what your friend Gabito sounds like, man.
Just like that, buddy Jesus
Pure Ruled Force, fuck it, old man
Ruled Force
Fuck in the GT500, a bullfight buzzes
A powder activates the ultra instinct to knock down devils
Oh, sweetheart, pass me the horn
It's my Murasama sword to take care of you, love
The rifles from Russia, cousin, we have to bump
That those in the air are pulling, it seems like Star Wars
I grabbed the barretsón, I already knocked down two
If I die, I'll wait for you in heaven to make love to you
But if you're not here, I despair
A Marlboro bathed for sleeplessness
Mija, don't cry for me if I die
That we bandits don't go to heaven
Crazy people, we knock them down like coconuts
The armored Cadillac, pure cholos
We leave the cons mongols
Mija, with being your sancho I am satisfied
Just being your sancho, little one
Straight cigars lying down
Just like that