Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mal Encachado y Buchon, artist - Larry Hernandez. Date of issue: 10.03.2009
Song language: Spanish
Mal Encachado y Buchon(original) |
| Y alas plebes nomas |
| Trae un carro nuevo |
| Andan de tras de uno las |
| Hijas de su chingada madre |
| Y nomas anda en bicicleta y ni lo pelan |
| Hay le va pa' todas las interesadas |
| Con un porte diferente |
| Abusado siempre al mil |
| Evitando si hay peligro |
| Desconfiado así nací |
| Fui trampero por mi infancia |
| La vida me trato así |
| Aveces tortillas con sal |
| Hubo días que ni comí |
| Antes contaba bórrala |
| Ahora puros cabezón |
| Antes de trampa en los bahíles |
| Hoy me tocan en mis reuniones |
| Hasta me cantan corridos |
| Las grandes agrupaciones |
| Antes tenia que ser cola |
| Hoy por la cocina entra el hombre |
| Moneda mata carita |
| Eso es muy cierto señores |
| Con buena moneda |
| A de ser, así me dicen mis amores |
| Mal encachado y buchón |
| Antes de ahí no me bajaba |
| Ahora controla en el rancho |
| Ya no usa ropa usada |
| Hoy se desviven por el |
| Porque el viejón si arremanga |
| Échele parejito |
| Y es la pura neta plebes |
| A como es el nido es el árbol |
| Si te rascas hay comezón |
| Si estornudas puede ser gripa |
| Viene junto con la tos |
| Antes me hacían muchos paros |
| Ahora soy el que los doy |
| Hay y me deben un chingo |
| Ahora me ise sinverwenza |
| Ahora soy todo un don juan |
| Las plebitas se desviven |
| Cuando ellas me ven llegar |
| Las que me decían tacuache |
| Dicen papi ven paca |
| Mal encachado y buchón |
| De antes de ahí no me bajaban |
| Ahora controla en el rancho |
| Ya no usa ropa usada |
| Hoy se desviven por el |
| Porque el viejon si arremanga |
| Eso pariente |
| Bahílela, bahílela |
| (translation) |
| And the plebes just |
| Bring a new car |
| They go after one |
| Daughters of his fucking mother |
| And he just rides a bicycle and they don't even peel him |
| There is going for all the interested |
| with a different bearing |
| always abused to the thousand |
| Avoiding if there is danger |
| Distrustful that's how I was born |
| I was a trapper for my childhood |
| Life treated me like this |
| Sometimes tortillas with salt |
| There were days that I didn't even eat |
| Before I counted delete it |
| now pure heads |
| Before the trap in the bays |
| Today they touch me in my meetings |
| They even sing to me corridos |
| The big groups |
| Before it had to be queue |
| Today the man enters the kitchen |
| Coin kills face |
| That is very true gentlemen |
| with good money |
| To be, that's what my loves call me |
| Badly pitched and bushy |
| Before then I didn't get off |
| Now control at the ranch |
| He no longer wears used clothes |
| Today they go out of their way for him |
| Because the old man does roll up his sleeves |
| give him even |
| And she is the pure net plebes |
| As is the nest is the tree |
| If you scratch there is itching |
| If you sneeze it could be the flu |
| It comes along with the cough |
| Before they made me a lot of stoppages |
| Now I'm the one who gives them |
| There is and they owe me a lot |
| Now I know sinverwenza |
| Now I'm all a Don Juan |
| The plebitas go out of their way |
| When they see me arrive |
| The ones who called me tacuache |
| They say daddy come paca |
| Badly pitched and bushy |
| From before there they didn't let me down |
| Now control at the ranch |
| He no longer wears used clothes |
| Today they go out of their way for him |
| Because the old man does roll up his sleeves |
| that relative |
| Dance it, dance it |