Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Cocinera, artist - Mala Rodríguez. Album song Mala Rodríguez / Lujo Ibérico, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
La Cocinera(original) |
| Soy la cocinera de tus mejores platos |
| Deja que te empape con lo que yo me empapo |
| Estoy aquí sintiendo mi tirititán |
| No me falta una, a lo mejor me faltan mas |
| Pulir y lijar, rap sin lucecitas |
| Ele! |
| me den lo que me quitan |
| No dan huevos de oro to las gallinitas |
| Si la vida no me sonríe le hago cosquillitas |
| Poco aguantan, no están preparaos |
| Lo entienden cuando ya ha pasao' |
| Te vas a hartar de lo que has deseado |
| De comer pescado |
| Pero nunca de los buenos resultados |
| ¿Todavía no estáis quemaos? |
| Yo me estoy tiñendo to' la ropa de dorao' |
| Amor entre morao' y morao' |
| Toque disculpao |
| To llega, ya no quiere más |
| Ha sio apaleao' |
| Saben que tengo el cañon guardao' |
| Y las estrellas y la luna de mi lao' |
| Si te han pegao, vete, y disfruta del olor de mi estofao' |
| Soy la cocinera de tus mejores platos |
| Deja que te empape con lo que yo me empapo |
| Estoy aquí sintiendo mi tirititán |
| No me falta una, a lo mejor me faltan mas |
| Pulir y lijar, no regalo na' |
| A mi to' se me paga |
| Vida, acuérdate de mí, de mi cara |
| Ni en resumidamente to te lo aclaran |
| No sana hoy ya sanará mañana |
| Voy a por lo que dijimos, tigres y bengalas |
| Con unas tijeras, cortar y clavar |
| Sin tara, la mala vuela sin escala |
| De allí a aquí en una calada |
| Y otra cuela y otra que lava |
| Otra calada con la cabeza alta |
| Mucho que mandar, mucho que ganar |
| Poco que perder, y no hay mas na' |
| Campo pa' correr, árbol pa' la tala |
| Los hombres se acostumbran más a los fines de semana |
| No soy ni más ni menos, pa' ti yo carita |
| Hablar de dinero esta muy feo si no me invitas |
| Soy la cocinera de tus mejores platos |
| Deja que te empape con lo que yo me empapo |
| Estoy aquí sintiendo mi tirititán |
| No me falta una, a lo mejor me faltan más |
| (translation) |
| I am the cook of your best dishes |
| Let me soak you with what I soak |
| I'm here feeling my shiver |
| I'm not missing one, maybe I'm missing more |
| Polish and sand, rap without lights |
| he! |
| give me what they take from me |
| Not all the hens give golden eggs |
| If life doesn't smile at me I tickle it |
| Little hold, they are not prepared |
| They understand it when it has already happened |
| You're going to get fed up with what you've wanted |
| of eating fish |
| But never of the good results |
| Are you still not burned? |
| I'm dyeing all dorao's clothes |
| Love between morao' and morao' |
| touch excuse me |
| When he arrives, he doesn't want more |
| He has been beaten' |
| They know that I have the cannon guarded |
| And the stars and the moon of my side |
| If they hit you, go away, and enjoy the smell of my stew' |
| I am the cook of your best dishes |
| Let me soak you with what I soak |
| I'm here feeling my shiver |
| I'm not missing one, maybe I'm missing more |
| Polish and sand, no gift na' |
| I get paid |
| Life, remember me, my face |
| Not even in short do they clarify it for you |
| It doesn't heal today, it will heal tomorrow |
| I'm going for what we said, tigers and flares |
| With scissors, cut and nail |
| Without tare, the bad flies non-stop |
| From there to here in one drag |
| And another strains and another washes |
| Another hit with your head held high |
| Much to command, much to gain |
| Little to lose, and there is nothing more |
| Field to run, tree to fell |
| Men get more used to weekends |
| I am neither more nor less, for you my little face |
| Talking about money is very ugly if you don't invite me |
| I am the cook of your best dishes |
| Let me soak you with what I soak |
| I'm here feeling my shiver |
| I'm not missing one, maybe I'm missing more |