El Compa Chuy — Alacrana Lavada song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Alacrana Lavada" by El Compa Chuy.
Lyrics
Orale pues compadre, vamos a continuar
Vamos a complacer por ay
Ese corridazo compadre, ese corrido
Ese corridon por ay es para gente adulta
Ay los muchahos q se tapen los oidos
(arriva la sierra compa)
Compa vengo bien trabado
Vengo eruptando perico
Traigo fiesta de 3 dias
Y rebentado el osico
Bien rosiada la nariz
Poes le he jalado mazizo
Traigo el freno atrabezado
No se ni como llegue
Lo bueno es que estoy aquii
Discutiendo con usted
Aqui le traigo un regalo
Que esta mejor que el pastel
Saque compa la targeta, pa q le de una jalada
Es perico de primera, pura alacrana lavada
Es la q usamos los jefes
Nada q esta macheteada
(hechele pariente)
Compita ya estamos todos
Que empieze a tocar la banda
(hechele mi compa, hechele, he)
Y que rolen las botellas
De tequila y de buchanan’s
Y que siga la loquera
(esa que no falte viejon)
Desde aorita hasta mañana
Traigo rasquera en el dedo
Ya quiero jalar mi escuadra
Alkavo tengo billetes para toda la perrada
Tambien que truenen los cuernos
Al fin que no pasa nada
Para darle gusto al gusto
Pretextos van a sobrar
Hoy se festeja un cumpleaños
Mañana no ha de faltar
Siempre hay q andar enfiestado
Y la vida disfrutar
Lyrics translation
Orale well compadre, let's continue
Let's please for ay
That run compadre, that run
That corridon by ay is for adult people
Woe betide the boys to cover their ears
(comes the Sierra compa)
Dude, I come in tight.
I've been erupting perico
I bring 3-day party
And burst the osico
Well gnawed nose
Poes, I've pulled him down.
I've got the brake on.
I don't even know how it got there.
Good thing I'm here.
Arguing with you
Here's a present for you.
That this is better than the cake
Take out the target, pa Q le of a drag
It's first-rate parakeet, pure washed alacrana
It's the Q we use the bosses
Nothing is machete
(make him a relative)
Compete we're all here
Let him start playing the band
(make him my friend, make him, he)
And roll the bottles
Tequila and Buchanan's
And follow the shrink
(the one that does not miss viejon)
From aorita to tomorrow
I've got a scratch on my finger.
I already want to pull my squad
Alkavo I've got tickets for the whole thing.
Also let the horns Thunder
At last Nothing happens
To give pleasure to taste
Pretexts will be left
Today is a birthday
Tomorrow is not to be missed
There's always q walking around
And enjoy life