Roots Radicals (Raices Radicales)
Tome el 60 autobus, afuera de Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval me estaba esperando
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Estaban en la esquina pidiendo dinero...
Yo empece a pensar, y luego a tomar
No me acuerdo mucho de ese dia
Se me hizo como chiste cuando se acabo el dinero
A donde vamos a los quince anos...
Con la musica ejecucion y hablando de revolucion y la sangre en mi me dice..
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio...
El radio esta tocando, Desmond Dekker cantando
En el autobus 43 vamos hacia la subida
Nada esta entrando, pero el reggae sonando
Y todos venimos de pobres familias
Pues nimodo y levanto la botella,
Oye senor chofer deje a esa gente subir
Chica mala Carol con sus faldas cortas
Mi vision nublada no miro ningun mal...
Con la musica ejecucion y hablando de revolucion y la sangre en mi me dice..
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio...
EN MI BARRIOOOO!!!
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Tomaba ese autobus, afuera de Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval me estaba esperandome
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Estaban en la esquina pidiendo dinero...
El radio esta tocando, Desmond Dekker cantando
En el bus 43 vamos hacia la subida
Chica mala Carol con sus faldas cortas
Mi vision nublada no miro ningun mal...
Con la musica ejecucion y hablando de revolucion y la sangre en mi me dice..
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio...
Dales la bota, raices radicales
Dales la bota porque somos radicales
Dales la bota, raices florecen en mi barrio...
Roots Radicals
I took the 60 bus, outside of Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval was waiting for me
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Were on the corner begging for change...
I started to think, then I started to drink
I don’t remember much from that day
It felt like a joke when the money ran out
Where are we going at fifteen...
With the music blasting and talking about revolution and the blood in me says..
Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...
The radio's playing, Desmond Dekker singing
On bus 43 we’re heading uphill
Nothing's coming in, but reggae's playing
And we all come from poor families
Well, whatever, I lift the bottle,
Hey, bus driver, let those people on
Bad girl Carol with her short skirts
My blurry vision sees no wrong...
With the music blasting and talking about revolution and the blood in me says..
Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...
IN MY HOOD!!!
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
I took that bus, outside of Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval was waiting for me
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Were on the corner begging for change...
The radio's playing, Desmond Dekker singing
On bus 43 we’re heading uphill
Bad girl Carol with her short skirts
My blurry vision sees no wrong...
With the music blasting and talking about revolution and the blood in me says..
Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...
Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...