395px

3 Exchanges

Fuerza Regida

3 TROKAS

3 trocas ven pasar
Y van todas en friega
No se vaya a asustar
Todas van pegadas
Pues van a una fiesta

Se van a preguntar
Que es lo que se festeja
No se festeja nada
Pero traen muchachas
Son pura cajeta

Llegó la hora de celebrar
No puedo decir en qué ciudad
Y a los alrededores
Esta custodiado por seguridad

Y solo hay un camino
Para entrar
Y varios retenes pa’ poder pasar
Parece gobierno
Pero es su gente que lo ha de cuidar

Bajan pa’ la cuidad
El ambiente se presta
Ven pasar deportivos
Y varios anillos
Nadie los molesta

Cuerno de Afganistán
Los apellidos pesan
Cargo la Superona
Con cachas doradas
Mi apá dio licencia

Llegó la hora de celebrar
No puedo decir en qué ciudad
Y a los alrededores
Esta custodiado por seguridad

Y solo hay un camino
Para entrar
Y varios retenes pa’ poder pasar
Parece gobierno
Pero es su gente que me ha de cuidar

3 Exchanges

3 trucks come by
And they're all in a rush
Don't get scared
They're all close together
Because they're going to a party

They'll wonder
What is being celebrated
Nothing is being celebrated
But they bring girls
They're all sweet

The time to celebrate has come
I can't say in which city
And in the surroundings
It's guarded by security

And there's only one way
To enter
And several checkpoints to pass
It looks like the government
But it's their people who must take care of it

They head to the city
The atmosphere is right
They see sports cars go by
And several rings
No one bothers them

Afghan horn
The surnames carry weight
I carry the Superona
With golden handles
My dad gave me permission

The time to celebrate has come
I can't say in which city
And in the surroundings
It's guarded by security

And there's only one way
To enter
And several checkpoints to pass
It looks like the government
But it's their people who must take care of me

Escrita por: Diego Millán / Jesus Ortiz Paz / Jesus Rodriguez Jr. / Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta / Jesús Roberto Laija García