Banda El Recodo — La Clave Privada song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Clave Privada" by Banda El Recodo.
Lyrics
Dicen que me andan buscando
Que me quieren agarrar
Rueguenle a dios no encontrarme
Porque les puede pesar
Mi gente se me enloquece
Cuando le ordeno matar
Ya mucho tiempo fui pobre
Mucha gente me humillaba
Y empeze a ganar dinero
Las cosas estan volteadas
Ahora me llaman patrn
Tengo mi clave privada
Yo me paseo por Tijuana
En mi cheyenne del ao
Dos hombres en la cajuela
Con un cuerno en cada mano
De vigilancia a los carros
Por si sucede algo extrao
Voy a seguir trabajando
Mientras tenga compradores
En los estados unidos
All existen los mejores
Compran cien kilos de polvo
Como comprar unas flores
Puro Sinaloa compadre seguro que si
Quiero mandar un saludo
A toditos los presentes
Amigos que estan con migo
Y tambin a los ausentes
Brindemos por las mujeres
Las traigo siempre en mi mente
Mi orgullo ser sinaloense
Lo digo donde yo quiero
Estado de muchos gallos
Que se encuentran prisioneros
Pero este gallo es mas bravo
Les canta en su gallinero
Tengan cuidado seores
Andan buscando la muerte
El miedo no lo conozco
Para eso no tuve suerte
Soy cerca de Mazatln
Tierra de puros valientes
Lyrics translation
They say they're looking for me.
Who want to grab me
Pray to God not to find me
Because it can weigh them
My people are freaking me out.
When I order you to kill
I've been poor for a long time.
A lot of people humiliated me.
And start making money
Things are turned around
Now they call me patrn
I have my private key
I walk around Tijuana
In my Cheyenne del ao
Two men in the trunk
With a horn in each hand
Surveillance of cars
In case something strange happens
I'll keep working
As long as you have buyers
In the United States
There are all the best
They buy a hundred kilos of powder
How to buy flowers
Pure Sinaloa compadre sure if
I want to say hello
To all present
Friends who are with migo
And also the absent
Let's drink to the women
I always carry them in my mind
My pride being sinaloense
I say it where I want it
State of many cocks
Who are prisoners
But this rooster is braver
He sings to them in his henhouse
Be careful, sirs.
They're looking for death.
I don't know fear.
For that I was unlucky
I'm near Mazatln
Land of brave cigars