Colmillo Norteño — El Cholo Se Hizo Buchón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Cholo Se Hizo Buchón" by Colmillo Norteño.
Lyrics
Cambio los converse por zapatos tipo cuadra
Y dejo su ropa aguada por limas en diamantadas
Hoy ya no toma cerveza ni mezcalitos hoy trae botellas
De whisky de esas del sello rojito
Ya no anda en bici ahora anda en una cheyenne
El cholo se izo buchón dejo de rayar paredes
Y es que se metió ala mafia le sobra el dinero
Le llueven las viejas y los carros nuevos
Trae ropa de marca es todo un ranchero
Le gusto lo bueno lujos
Al 100 se amanece con grupos norteños
Con plumita de ángel no le pega el sueño
Es bien parrandero
De Mazatlán
En la clica conocido
Ya no escucho a Cypress Hill
Escucha puros corridos
Se contagio
Del movimiento alterado
Al millón vive el viejón
Y ahora es muy arremangado
Y aunque cambio
Todo lo que había en su armario
Y sus pósters de psycho realm
No deja de ser del barrio
Y es que se metió ala mafia le sobra el dinero
Le llueven las viejas y los carros nuevos
Trae ropa de marca es todo un ranchero
Le gusto lo bueno lujos
Al 100 se amanece con grupos norteños
Con plumita de ángel no le pega el sueño
Y andan diciendo
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Lyrics translation
I exchange them for block shoes.
And he leaves his clothes watery by Diamond files
Today he doesn't drink beer or mezcalitos today he brings bottles
Whiskey from those red seal
He doesn't ride a bike anymore. now he rides a cheyenne.
The cholo izo buchón stopped scratching walls
And it's that he got into the mafia. he's got the money.
It's raining old cars and new cars
He brings branded clothes. he's quite a rancher.
She likes the good luxuries
At 100 it dawns with Northern Groups
With angel feather does not hit the dream
He's a good parrandero.
Of Mazatlan
In the known Click
I don't listen to Cypress Hill anymore.
Listen to pure cumshots
If contagion
Of the altered movement
The million lives the old man
And now it's very wrapped up
And although I change
All that was in her closet
And his psycho realm posters
He keeps being from the neighborhood.
And it's that he got into the mafia. he's got the money.
It's raining old cars and new cars
He brings branded clothes. he's quite a rancher.
She likes the good luxuries
At 100 it dawns with Northern Groups
With angel feather does not hit the dream
And they're saying
That cholo became buchon
That cholo became buchon
That cholo became buchon