Junior H - EN LA PEDA (English Translation)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mxlplx, Ill Ian, and both] Run it back real quick, now break it down again It's coming at me like a wick, flames coming round the sim By demand straight to the pit I just got out of, but I been Through all of this before so don't trip, don't even flinch Faded a whole lot more than the pussy clots against The purpose of my riding with disregard for the rules Followers made to keep us quiet and in the dark, never the fool Never the loser or the sideshow freak living on a string Been around so many times, I know just how to work this thing Like King plucks his strings from Chicago to Cali Back again to make it cling to what girls blow and will fuck, now please Acting like you don't believe, sincerely hope you do, voodoo up my sleeves Throw it down and men get clowned and pussy clots can't breathe Asthma attacks within this breeze, it cracks your chest to heaves And slapped you like a skeez, shoulda known better than to try and fuck with G's 360 degrees on your motherfucking knees Bitch, please [Verse 2: Young G] The young mac's back, cruising with my new moves Chilling on ecstasy, singing blues As I turned around the corner, I was met with surprise In the shadows in the darkness, decrepit in disguise Green is in my lifetime, praying for the crowd That takes too far when I'm sober and loud Feelings of illusion deceased and endured Who's the young rider living life blurred? Infected and dejected, back on the MiniDisc Chilling on I-5, loaded as usual risk Do you like the clean sound of the operator's engineering Responsible for the dope mix that you're hearing? Engineers declare the clarity will bait you Chilling in the fact that the beat got the groove It's a new feeling, feels so silly Woke up in the morning to a Philly Sipping protein juice cuz I'm way too much Who's the young rider with the weed in my clutch? Bucking up in laziness, my mind is playing tricks Now I got a train back to the 916 Where is my mind? Boy, I'm crazy again Fact is, the wrath is a pint of gin Hidden and bed ridden, devour remotes Smoke the jokes of the devote What's the cycle? Fire like a rifle Blaze until the sight spills, now I'm out for thrills Drugs and hugs moving alone High on the fly, now it's time to get blown [Verse 3: Mxlplx] Nowhere left to go, nowhere to turn, no festivals To tear and burn my days of nothing into clouds of hazy fragments Say, the day is way too ugly, can't the crowds of bodies Staying shoulder-shoulder on the streets, delusional paranoia Getting older wants to peak just to fall back down and have to crawl back up Again to reach the higher ground you found by getting sick enough To trip and creep when your body begs for sleep Lost in it, lately I can't speak, way too spaced out to complete a thing I do, world with a view that overlooks loopholes and looks, hidden by crooks To stay in power by paying us by the hour Blaze a bowl, get in the shower, bathe and ponder how much longer I can live on the few dollars dealt to people in their blue collars Lose my head and start to holler, wallow for hot water To come out the dirty pipes that I'm worried might be broken Trying my best to hurry cuz man want continue smoking [Verse 4: Young G] I'm back, feeling tacked and my blunt's still burning Super fly, always high, and still I keep learning Staying low in Sacto, what the fuck you think? Always getting blazed, stay amazed to the brink