La Ley de Michoacan — Loqueando En Michoacan song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Loqueando En Michoacan" by La Ley de Michoacan.
Lyrics
En morelia michoacan, nos pusimos una peda
Jalamos pa numaran, aya empezó la loquera
Recuerdo que en la piedra retacamos las hieleras
Clavamos pistola y cuernos, y un guato de chingaderas
Pasamos por reyes, con el rumbo a santa clara
Con el hocico dormido, y tomandole a una buchannas
Como alma que lleva el diablo, pasamos por la huacana
Churro y choromusco, alargamos la parranda
Agarramos carrete con destino, apantzingan
Pero por ahí la nueva Italia, nos tuvimos que parar
Como se acababa, tuvimos recargar
De pasada nos llevamos, unas morras para loquear
En uruapan le seguimos, con la pinche
Desvelada, había raza de aguililla
De te peque y la ruana, desde el naranjo de chila
Llegaron ala pachanga, loma blanca y caracuato
Todos ala chingada
(Y ESTA ES LA LEY DE MICHOACAN)
El ambiente estaba en chinga, andabamos bien surtidos
Se formo la balazera, y al son de buenos corridos
La raza pisteaba a todo, y entre suspiro y suspiro
Se oyeron los arrancones, y nos desaparecimos
En tacambaro abordamos una yukon del año
Y por todo turicato la anduvimos pendejiando
Borrachos asta la madre, bien caidos pero tirando
Asi nos amanecidos, y locos y marihuanos
Lyrics translation
In Morelia michoacan, we put a piece
We pulled pa numaran, aya started the shrink
I remember that in the stone we reattached the icicles
We nailed gun and horns, and a wadding of webbing
We pass through reyes, heading to santa clara
With his snout asleep, and taking him to a buchannas
As a soul carrying the devil, we pass by the huacana
Churro and choromusco, we lengthen the parranda
We catch reel with destination, apantzingan
But out there the new Italy, we had to stop
As it was over, we had to recharge
In passing we took, some morras to talk
In uruapan we follow him, with the pinche
Unveiled, there was a race of aguililla
De te peque and La ruana, from the Orange Tree of chila
Ala pachanga, loma blanca and caracuato arrived
All chingada wing
(AND THIS IS MICHOACAN'S LAW)
The atmosphere was in chinga, we were well stocked
The ballad was formed, and to the sound of good runs
The race tracked everything, and between sigh and sigh
The rips were heard, and we disappeared
In tacambaro we tackle a yukon of the year
And all over turicato, we've been fucking around.
Drunk mother Rod, well fallen but pulling
So we dawned, and mad and marijuana