More songs by Santa Fe Klan
Description
Composer: Ángel Jair Quezada Jasso
Lyricist: Ángel Jair Quezada Jasso
Lyrics and translation
Original
El, el, el, el, el.
Juepa, juepa.
Se metió el sol y ya salió la luna.
Humo de mi blunt veinticuatro siete se fuma.
Tú prende la verde, es tu perfume el que me pierde.
Cuando bailas tú me enloqueces, de mí no quiero que te alejes.
Con sentimientos del barrio.
Los combos locos y la Santa, carnal.
Que viva México.
Un tanque Sony y se amanece donde quieran.
Bailando cumbia y parrandeando a mi manera.
Tú prende la verde, es tu perfume el que me pierde.
Cuando bailas tú me enloqueces, de mí no quiero que te alejes.
Jueje, juepa.
Cumbia para el barrio.
Bailala, fúmala, rólala, quémala, pásala.
Del barrio para el barrio, compa.
Saca el tequila, polvo y mota.
Todo lo que aloque mi chompa.
Va por mi flota, la Santa locota.
Haz que esto nos dure la noche entera.
Con este ritmo y bailarlo donde sea.
Tu cuerpo me enciende, mi mente loca ya no entiende.
Esta cumbia ya me prende y tú no sales de mi mente. Yo, puros malandros del tramo tumbado.
Vamos para el baile en la noche a presidiario. Ojos chiquitos, bien bravos y aferrados.
Te invito pa mi calle, aquí está todo controlado.
Que no baje el avión, que siga la fumadera. Pa que llore la acordeón y baile cumbia sonidera.
Mi morena callejera, báilame la noche entera. Yo seré tuyo hasta que me muera.
Puros combos locos, sin problema no le corro.
Mi barrio está peligroso, somos pocos, pero locos. No te metas con nosotros, pendejo que te desconozco.
Mi mota no tiene coco, traigo los ojos sacosos.
Puro barrio loco.
Desde la Santa, carnal. La Cumbia Regia.
English translation
The, the, the, the, the.
Juepa, juepa.
The sun has set and the moon has already risen.
Smoke from my blunt twenty-four seven is smoked.
You turn on the green one, it's your perfume that loses me.
When you dance you drive me crazy, I don't want you to stay away from me.
With neighborhood feelings.
The crazy combos and the Santa, carnal.
Long live Mexico.
A Sony tank and dawn wherever you want.
Dancing cumbia and partying my way.
You turn on the green one, it's your perfume that loses me.
When you dance you drive me crazy, I don't want you to stay away from me.
Jeez, geez.
Cumbia for the neighborhood.
Dance it, smoke it, roll it, burn it, pass it.
From the neighborhood to the neighborhood, buddy.
Take out the tequila, powder and speck.
Everything that makes my sweater crazy.
He's going for my fleet, the Holy Crazy.
Make this last us all night.
With this rhythm and dance it anywhere.
Your body turns me on, my crazy mind no longer understands.
This cumbia already turns me on and you don't leave my mind. Me, pure miscreants of the lying section.
We are going for the dance at night at prison. Small eyes, very brave and clinging.
I invite you to my street, everything is controlled here.
Don't let the plane go down, let the smoking continue. Let the accordion cry and cumbia sonidera dance.
My street brunette, dance for me all night. I will be yours until I die.
Pure crazy combos, no problem I won't run.
My neighborhood is dangerous, we are few, but crazy. Don't mess with us, asshole, I don't know you.
My mota has no coconut, my eyes are baggy.
Pure crazy neighborhood.
From the Holy, carnal. The Cumbia Regia.