Molotov — Más Vale Cholo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Más Vale Cholo" by Molotov.
Lyrics
Paseaba en la troca con quemacococos
Parqueamos la guagua y le tocamos al Loco
Que siempre jala con sus compadres
Se jala temprano para echar desmadre
Salió de su casa, saco de lana
Zapato blanco y pantalón de pana
Así yo me visto si se me da la gana
Mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama
Nos fuimos temprano hacía el reventón
Y nos encontramos a mi hermano Ramón
Que me invitaba de su cerveza
Mientras me comentaba «¡Que buena está la fiesta!»
Ah conocimos a unas muchachas
Que no estaban buenas ni tampoco estaban gachas
Y las mandamos a hacer la fila
Para que nos sirvieran vario tequila
The party was plenty full of narcos
Was plenty full of grass shit
Tan plenty full of guarros
Todos en coches blindados
To-to-to-todos tomados
Y todos bien armados
Loco bebió hasta perder el control
Se puso a rapear como el pendejo de Caló
Y nos gritaron «malditos pochos,»
Nos discriminaron por venir en bochos
Le dije «man, ya estás muy pasado»
Más vale cholo que mal acompañado
No se peleen man, no se peleen
Para poder pelearse hay que saber con quién man
No se peleen man, no se peleen
Para poder pelearse hay que saber con quién man
La Arrabalera estaba hasta el recubeque
Quería pagarle a la mafia con un cheque
Nos presumían de sus ropitas
Mientras que El Loco les bajaba a su chiquita
Rolando harinazos me dijo algun idiota
Que se refería a mi amigo El Tota
El Loco le dijo «Hey ten cuidado con Edmundo
You better keep your mouth shut
O mato a todo el mundo»
Se armaron los plomazos y los trancazos
Pow pow que buenos catorrazos
Y les gritaba a todos «pecho tierra»
Mientras les comentaba «qué buena está la guerra»
Tito me dijo ese güero mariquete
Me estaba amenazando con su 3.57
Un enano bigotón, hijo de la chingada
Me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada
Llego el momento de hacer la retirada, aaaaaaaaaaah
Esa puerta está cerrada
Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal
Y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar
Le dije «man, ya estás muy pasado» y él me dijo «no problemo, este bocho está
tocado.»
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
Más vale cholo que mal acompañado
Lyrics translation
I was walking in the exchange with chemacococcus
We Park the guagua and we touch the Madman
Who always pulls with his pals
It is pulled early to make a mess
He left his house, woolen sack
White shoe and corduroy pants
This is how I dress if I feel like it
You better not go where no one calls you.
We left early for the blast.
And we find my brother Ramon
Who invited me to his beer
As he said to me, " what a great party!»
Oh, we met some girls.
That they were not good nor were they porridge
And we send them to line up
To serve us various tequila
The party was plenty full of narcos
Was plenty full of grass shit
Tan plenty full of sluts
All in armored cars
To-to-to-all taken
And all well armed
Crazy drunk to lose control
He started rapping like Calo's asshole.
And they yelled " Fucking pochos,»
We were discriminated against for coming in bochos
I said, " man, you're way past it.»
Better cholo than poorly accompanied
Don't fight man, don't fight
In order to fight you have to know with whom man
Don't fight man, don't fight
In order to fight you have to know with whom man
The Commuter was up to the recubeque
I wanted to pay the mob with a check.
We were bragging about their little clothes.
While the Madman lowered his little girl
Rolando flourazos told me some idiot
That he was referring to my friend the Tota
The Madman said, " Hey, watch out for Edmund.
You better keep your mouth shut
Or kill everyone»
The Plumb and trancazos were armed
Pow pow what good catorrazos
And he was yelling at everyone, "chest Earth»
As I told them, " how good is war»
Tito told me that Guero mariquette
He was threatening me with his 3.57
A moustached dwarf, son of a bitch
He was threatening to throw his grenade at me.
The time has come to make the retreat, aaaaaaaaaaaah
That door is closed.
We had to escape through the front door
And I told my driver to let me drive
I told him, "man, you're so fucked up," and he said, " no problemo, this bocho is
touched.»
Don't shoot man, don't shoot
To be able to shoot you need to know with whom man
Don't shoot man, don't shoot
To be able to shoot you need to know with whom man
Don't shoot man, don't shoot
To be able to shoot you need to know with whom man
Don't shoot man, don't shoot
To be able to shoot you need to know with whom man
Don't shoot man, don't shoot
To be able to shoot you need to know with whom man
Don't shoot man, don't shoot
To be able to shoot you need to know with whom man
Better cholo than poorly accompanied