Cypress Hill, Sick Jacken - Locos letra de (lyrics)

Orale loco, ponte las pilas wey, eh?
Aquí se va a hacer el jale ahorita de volada
Estos vatos tienen un chingo de feria
¿Listo? Ponte la máscara, vámonos

Five, and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door
With our weapons out
Looking for the crop that I
Heard you pussies talk about
Don't try nothin', if you lead
Me to the crop, anda despacio
Don't say a word, it'd be over
Suicide of the smoked out
(Where the cash stashed in the room?)
Five, and four and three, and two, and one
That's how many seconds left before
Your ass is done (Click-clack)
Now you heard the sound
Tell me somethin' new
This homie here won't hesitate to
Put a hole in you
(That’s right, get your ass up)
That’s a good boy
Would you rather put the cameras out
Or we playin' coy?
Don't even think about the strap
Up in your backpack
Cooperate and when I leave
You're still alive, in fact
I only want your cash crop
Not your life jack
(You can get another crop)
But not your life back so settle down
I don't wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, give it up and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash
Out the door hit the ride
Hear my tires screechin' in the back

Yeah vámonos, dámelo, cáete con ese paquetón
Yo no quiero usar el cuete no
Es muy baquetón el bote no me asusta a mi
Es como vacación pero yo te asusto a ti
Miados en el pantalón
Cinco, cuatro, tres, y dos, y uno
Yo quiero la hierba y el nudo
Es lo que le queda a este cuetazo de budo
Pierde puro verde o pierdes el culo tu di

Ahí esta la otra que te decía loco
Estos vatos tienen más feria
Aquí vamos a chingar, ¿listo? Vámonos pues

Weed and dough, and hoes, and heat and run
As we graspin' for more with our pockets full
Layin' down the plot
Blueprints for another pull
Smokin' up the spot well equipped
We're invincible
Jack your spot and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on the harvest just around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards
So, it's time to play
Judgin' by the odds we can
Hit it and lets hondalē
Somos locos pocos, here we come
Grippin' outta sight
Takin' it to other heights
Homie, go around the back
Go in when I kill the lights
Sack up everything
Don't mean nothin' with a fuckin' knife
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin'
Take it all until it's done
Fifty pounds, smell it all around
Yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes
Live fucked up

Yeah vámonos, dámelo, cáete con ese paquetón
Yo no quiero usar el cuete no
Es muy baquetón el bote no me asusta a mi
Es como vacación pero yo te asusto a ti
Miados en el pantalón
Cinco, cuatro, tres, y dos, y uno
Yo quiero la hierba y el nudo
Es lo que le queda a este cuetazo de budo
Pierde puro verde o pierdes el culo tu di