Lyrics of Mal Encachado Y Buchón - Larry Hernandez

Mal Encachado Y Buchón (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 tell 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