Traviezoz De La Zierra — El Comboy song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Comboy" by Traviezoz De La Zierra.

Lyrics

Forman parte de un comboy
Es lo que tengo entendido
Pura gente de valor
Que le gusta mucho el ruido
A la orden del señor
Traen el dedo en el gatillo
Y si hablamos de tracion
No perdona el R5
Cuentan con buena herramienta
Y eso que les qede claro
Portan calibre .50
Y varios carros blindados
Tuvos cuernos metralletas
Varias claves en el radio
Todo el mundo bien alerta
Listos pa cualquier llamado
Solicita personal
Estos son los requisitos
Solo deben disparar
Y tratar de salir vivos
Si te enseñas a matar
Luego se convierte en vicio
Una escuadra pa empezar
Despues un cuerno de disco
Con san judas por delante
Y enseguida el 3 de punto
Hay que reventar blindaje
Avancemos todos juntos
Si encuentran grupos rivales
Los despachan de este mundo
Y antes de partir con sangre
Pinten el numero 1
Un plantel organizado
Del cartel de culiacan
Hay un 6 como encargado
Si hablamos de patrullar
El señor le dice al 4
Si no estoy tu vas a estar
Limpiaremos el estado
Pero el charco es prioridad

Lyrics translation

They are part of a comboy
That's what I understand.
Pure people of value
He really likes the noise
At the command of the Lord
They bring the finger on the trigger
And if we talk about Thracian
Don't forgive the R5
Have good tool
And that would make them clear
They carry caliber .50
And several armored cars
We had machine guns horns
Several keys on the radio
Everyone well alert
Ready pa any call
Request staff
These are the requirements
They just have to shoot.
And try to get out alive
If you teach yourself to kill
Then it becomes vice
A squad to start
After a disco Horn
With St. Jude ahead
And then the 3 point
We have to burst armor
Let us all move forward together
If they encounter rival groups
They send them out of this world
And before you leave with blood
Paint number 1
An organized campus
From the culiacan poster
There is a 6 as manager
If we talk about patrolling
The Lord tells the 4
If I'm not you're gonna be
We'll clean up the state.
But the puddle is a priority