Kamikaze Lyrics (English Translation) – Natanael Cano, Uriel Gaxiola, Ganggy

Read the full Kamikaze (English Translation) lyrics by Natanael Cano, Uriel Gaxiola and Ganggy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Natanael Cano’s music, you can also explore Porque La Demora and Bellakita, two other songs by Natanael Cano.

[Intro: Uriel Gaxiola]
It’s Wicked Outside
Long horns kill the kids
Caravans spreading terror
And I’m smoking a joint of weed
Inside the truck, a smoke storm

[Chorus: Uriel Gaxiola & Natanael Cano]
Long horns kill the kids
Caravans spreading terror
And I’m smoking a joint of weed
Inside the truck, a smoke storm

Long horns that the kids carry
Caravans spreading terror
And I’m smoking a joint of weed
Inside the truck, a smoke storm

[Verse 1: Uriel Gaxiola]
Helmet, hoods, camouflage clothing
Pure Kamikaze, militarized school
Taking out grasshoppers in SEMEFO and ambulance
Caravans embedded flying the band’s tostón
What’s up? More grasshoppers are going to the grave
Trout with the skill in the style of La Cosa Nostra
Escape to San Pedro so that the mojosa thunders
Two balls of washed and the Superona shines

[Saying: Ganggy]
Longer, I took out ammunition like a ba*tard
I like war and pure lazy boy
The position they gave me I won with a gunshot
More than a hundred hard-nosed men in front of my command

[Verse 2: Ganggy & Uriel Gaxiola]
I ride like a Taliban, well mounted on a Can-Am
They’ll see me looking pretty placose, I don’t care what they say
The diamonds shine on me, they want to knock me down, they won’t be able to

I carry military equipment and a pericón to inhal
rasshopper that I run into, grasshopper that goes to the hole
If s*it starts, support comes to me soon
Cowardly dude, better lie down that stuff
And I laugh at them when I fu*k their chick
So what, fu*k? With the little branched horn
I ride in a TRX and four cars come behind
The cholos who take care of me, raised in pure slums
And in the jet to La Navaja when the ranch gets hot
And I’m fighting the cause of high command
Firm and in the wheel, the people of the calendar
Put on your suits if you’re doing your panchos
Because the d!ck takes them away and the assault rifles thunder

[Interlude: Uriel Gaxiola, Ganggy & Natanael Cano]
Tell me, Montana
Tell these guys that the movie is still the same
What changed are the protagonists
And up with the flag with the saints, uh
And pure Corridos Tumbados with the saints (Ah)
Hey

[Verse 3: Natanael Cano]
A capella (A capella), I just let it fall
If they see me in a Hellcat or a Porsche GT3
Weissach, because I charge for that and more
And one or another armored vehicle, but I bring those in the back
Captains with the rank of generals
And in the bag I kept the Uzi in case plans come up
Encrypted phone and a couple of signal-killing guns
Rifles, long, short, the kids already know it
Pending the radio, rings secured
Civilians running into the guard and the soldiers
Shining in the hard, getting up and shooting
The government wants me, but they haven’t been given any

[Proverb: Natanael Cano]
Long horns, ammunition and ammunition like a ba*tard
I like war and pure lad
The position they gave me I won with a beating
More than a hundred hard-nosed men in front of my command

[Verse 4: Víctor Mendivil]
And so if the hell comes, I’ll jump on them
I appear hooded in the C5 videos
So what’s up? Now it’s Maserati, before it’s Honda
Unlimited park like in Warzone I fight them several rounds
Tactical forces of someone who is very well-known there
And just so you know, Sonora is under control
Pure history of years, read in the library
The warriors who command bring full Aztec blood
Well, of course, my dad, I have a whole gang
With the cheeks well slanted in the style of Pancho Villa
Get out, fu*k, I have a stand of eggs
Pure Russian rifle, pure new gadget
And some long horns, that all the plebs carry
Balls of candy and weed of the prescription
They move in Cheyennes with the company labeled
With masks of the Joker or with hoods of skeletons

[Chorus: Natanael Cano & Uriel Gaxiola]
Long horns carry the plebs
The caravans sowing terror
And I go Smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a lot of smoke
Long horns are loading the kids
The caravans spreading terror
And I’m smoking a joint
Inside the truck, a lot of smoke

[Outro: Natanael Cano & Uriel Gaxiola]
And a good jalapeño, my old man
Wuh-uh
Ah
Hey
Ah, ah, ah, ah