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Mi Vecindario – Lyrics Meaning in English – Fuerza Regida

Mi vecindario means my neighbourhood. This song is about a man who had nothing and has made it very far in life. People call him the king and the captain of the ship.

Singer: Fuerza Regida 

La patrulla pasa por mi vecindario
Es hora de locos, se escuchan balazos
Se oyen los rumores que me andan buscando
Me pusieron la cachucha y ahora yo me encuentro al mando

The patrol goes through my neighborhood
It’s crazy time, shots are heard
The rumors are heard that they are looking for me
They put the cap on me and now I am in command

Tengo los motivos para ser el diablo
De una vida perra y momentos amargos
Nadie está en mi gracia y miren, no es pa’ tanto
Por mi cuero le refiero, si me tocan van pa’ abajo

I have the reasons to be the devil
Of a bitchy life and bitter moments
Nobody is in my favor and look, it’s not that bad
By my skin I mean, if they touch me they go down

Pasamos de Sierra a un doble R del año
Las cadenas gruesas se le ven colgando
Anduve entre lumbre y hasta me robaron
Ningún santo dio su llanto por el bolsillo de tantos

We went from Sierra to a double R (Rolls Royce) of the year
The thick chains are seen hanging
I walked through fire and they even robbed me
No saint gave his tears for the pocket of so many

Fui, soy y seguiré, me dicen “El Rey”
Y hasta “Capitán del barco”
Fui desmadre al crecer, mi empresa formé
Buena hierba voy quemando

I was, I am and I will continue to be, they call me “The King”
And even “Captain of the ship”
I was a nuisance growing up, I formed my company
I’m burning good grass

Me critican, ponen peros, piden paro
Ni fronteras ni los lacras me pararon
Le chingamos y llegamos y aquí estamos
Que viva mi raza, somos 100% mexicanos

They criticize me, put buts, ask for unemployment
Neither borders nor scourges stopped me
We fucked him and we arrived and here we are
Long live my race, we are 100% Mexican

Las calles son perras, permiten estragos
Desde el wey que troza por unos centavos
Siéntense y escuchen que no es nada raro
Rasgos de malditos caminando solos por mi barrio

The streets are bitches, they allow havoc
From the wey that cuts for a few cents
Sit back and listen, it’s nothing weird
Traits of damned walking alone through my neighborhood

Fui, soy y seguiré, me dicen “El Rey”
Y hasta “Capitán del barco”
Fui desmadre al crecer, mi empresa formé
Buena hierba voy quemando

I was, I am and I will continue to be, they call me “The King”
And even “Captain of the ship”
I was a nuisance growing up, I formed my company
I’m burning good grass

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