3 TROKAS Lyrics in English Fuerza Regida

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song 3 TROKAS by Fuerza Regida from Spanish to English.

Sir, sir, I have some girls here that are waiting for you

Hurry up, babe

Three trucks roll by, they were all hauling *ss

Don't get scared, they're all stuck together, 'cause they're heading to a party

They'll start to ask what it is that they're celebrating

They're not celebrating anything, but they brought girls, they're pure caramel

The time to celebrate came, I can't say which city

And the surroundings are guarded by security

And there's only one road to get in and several checkpoints to be able to pass

It looks like the government, but it's his people that have to guard him

Don't get scared, old man

Something else!

They head to the city, the vibe's just right

They watch sports cars go by and several rings, nobody bothers them

Afghan AK, the last names carry weight

I carry the Super with golden grips, my dad gave permission

The time to celebrate came, I can't say which city

And the surroundings are guarded by security

And there's only one road to get in and several checkpoints to be able to pass

It looks like the government, but it's his people that have to guard me

Mafia!

Some-thing else

No, it's the same as always

I'm fed up, I'm fed up, the same as always with you

And since you've got a good girl that only goes to college and the gym

And that's my routine every single day

My friends have cool guys that take them out to have fun, little details

With you I've never in my life gotten flowers

I'm already sick of you

Just watching on Instagram what everybody does

Missing a thousand chances with a guy that ain't worth sh*t

Really, Alejandra? I give you everything that you ask for

No, Roberto, no, forget it, I'm already sick of you

You don't even make me come, b*stard

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SONG MEANING

“3 Trokas” feels like a high-octane movie scene packed into a corrido tumbado. The lyrics open with three souped-up trucks speeding toward a secret party, loaded with glamorous women and protected by heavy security. There is an air of danger and power: checkpoints line the only road in, Afghan-made rifles rest on laps, and a golden-handled pistol gleams under the neon lights. The narrator basks in status and adrenaline, hinting that his community—not the official government—controls the territory and keeps him safe.

Then the spotlight flips to a frustrated girlfriend’s rant, exposing the flip side of this flashy lifestyle. While the men flaunt cars, weapons, and VIP access, she complains about a boyfriend who never brings her flowers or excitement. Her outburst underlines the song’s core tension: the seductive pull of risk and luxury versus the everyday boredom it can leave behind. In just a few vivid scenes, Fuerza Regida captures the thrill, bravado, and emotional fallout of living fast on Mexico’s modern corrido frontier.