Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mas Vale Cholo, artist - Molotov. Album song Desde Rusia Con Amor, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music Latino
Song language: Spanish
Mas Vale Cholo(original) |
Paseaba en la troca con quemacococos, |
parqueamos la guagua y le tocamos al loco |
que siempre jala con sus compadres, |
se jala temprano para hechar desmadre. |
salio de su casa. |
saco de lana, zapato blanco y pantalon de pana. |
asi yo me visto si se me da la gana. |
mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama. |
Nos fuimos temprano hacia el reventon |
y nos encontramos a mi hermano … Ramon |
que me invitaba de su cerveza, |
mientras me comentaba Que buena esta 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, |
totototodos tomados |
y todos bien armados. |
Loco bebio hasta perder el control, |
se puso a rapear como el pendejo de Calo |
y nos gritarn malditos pochos, |
nos discriminaron por venir en bochos. |
Le dije men ya estas muy pasado, |
mas vale cholo que mal acompaado. |
Coro: |
No se pelien men, no se pelien, |
para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men.(X2) |
La arrabalira estaba hasta el recuveque |
queria pagarle a la mafia con un cheque, |
nos presumian de sus ropitas, |
mientras que el loco les bajaba a su chiquita. |
Rolando, harinazos me dijo algun idiota |
que se referia 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: que buena esta la guerra. |
Tito me dijo ese gero mariquete, |
me estaba amenazando con su 3.57. |
Un enano bigoton, hijo de la chingada, |
me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada. |
Llego el momento de hacer la retirada, aaaaaaaaaaa, esa puerta esta cerrada. |
Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal |
y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar le dije «men, ya estas muy pasado» |
y el me dijo no problemo, este vocho esta tocado. |
Coro: |
No se balien men, no se balien, |
para poder baliarse hay que saber con quien men. |
No se balien men, no se balien, para poder baliarse hay que saber con quien.(X3) |
Mas vale cholo que mal acompaado |
(translation) |
I was riding in the truck with a sunroof, |
we park the bus and play the crazy man |
who always pulls with his compadres, |
he pulls up early to make a mess. |
I left his house for him. |
woolen jacket, white shoe and corduroy pants. |
so I dress if I feel like it. |
Better not get involved where nobody calls you. |
We left early for the blowout |
and we met my brother… Ramon |
who invited me to his beer, |
while he told me how good the party is! |
Oh we met some girls, |
that were neither good nor 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 |
so plenty full of nasties. |
All in armored cars, |
totototodos taken |
and all well armed. |
Crazy drank until he lost control |
he started rapping like Calo's asshole |
and they will yell at us damn pochos, |
they discriminated against us for coming in bochos. |
I told him, man, you are already very old, |
better cholo than badly accompanied. |
Chorus: |
Don't fight men, don't fight, |
To be able to fight, you have to know who you are with. (X2) |
The arrabalira was up to the recuveque |
I wanted to pay the mafia with a check, |
they bragged about their little clothes of hers, |
while the madman lowered his little girl from him. |
Rolando, flourazos some idiot told me |
that he was referring to my friend el tota, |
the madman told him: Hey be careful with Edmundo |
you better Keep your mouth shut |
or kill everyone. |
The plumbing and the trancazos were armed, |
pow pow what a good catorrazos |
and he shouted to everyone: earth chest, |
while he commented to them: how good is the war. |
Tito told me that gero mariquete, |
he was threatening me with his 3.57. |
A mustachioed dwarf, son of a bitch, |
he was threatening to throw his grenade at me. |
It's time to retreat, aaaaaaaaaaa, that door is closed. |
We had to escape through the front door |
and I told my driver to let me drive, I told him "men, you're too far gone now" |
and he told me no problem, this guy is touched. |
Chorus: |
Don't be balien men, don't be balien, |
To be able to dance, you have to know who you're dating. |
Don't be balien men, don't be balien, to be able to bail you have to know who.(X3) |
Better cholo than bad company |