Lyrics of Más Vale Cholo - Molotov

Más 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 echar desmadre
Salió de su casa, saco de lana
Zapato blanco y pantalón de pana
Así yo me visto si se me da la gana
Mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama
Nos fuimos temprano hacía el reventón
Y nos encontramos a mi hermano Ramón
Que me invitaba de su cerveza
Mientras me comentaba «¡Que buena está 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
To-to-to-todos tomados
Y todos bien armados
Loco bebió hasta perder el control
Se puso a rapear como el pendejo de Caló
Y nos gritaron «malditos pochos,»
Nos discriminaron por venir en bochos
Le dije «man, ya estás muy pasado»
Más vale cholo que mal acompañado
No se peleen man, no se peleen
Para poder pelearse hay que saber con quién man
No se peleen man, no se peleen
Para poder pelearse hay que saber con quién man
La Arrabalera estaba hasta el recubeque
Quería pagarle a la mafia con un cheque
Nos presumían de sus ropitas
Mientras que El Loco les bajaba a su chiquita
Rolando harinazos me dijo algun idiota
Que se refería 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 «qué buena está la guerra»
Tito me dijo ese güero mariquete
Me estaba amenazando con su 3.57
Un enano bigotón, hijo de la chingada
Me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada
Llego el momento de hacer la retirada, aaaaaaaaaaah
Esa puerta está cerrada
Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal
Y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar
Le dije «man, ya estás muy pasado» y él me dijo «no problemo, este bocho está
tocado.»
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
No se baleen man, no se baleen
Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man
Más vale cholo que mal acompañado

(translation)

I was riding in the truck with sunroof
We park the bus and we touch the Loco
That always pulls with his compadres
It is pulled early to make a mess
He left his house, sack of wool
White shoe and corduroy pants
That's how 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 Ramón
That he invited me for his beer
While he commented to me «How good the party is!»
Oh we met some girls
That they were neither good nor porridge
And we send them to line up
To be served various tequila
The party was plenty full of narcos
Was plenty full of grass shit
so plenty full of dirty
All in armored cars
To-to-to-all taken
And all well armed
Crazy drank until he lost control
He started rapping like Caló's asshole
And they yelled at us "damn pochos,"
They discriminated against us for coming in bochos
I told him "man, you're already too far gone"
Cholo is better than bad company
Don't fight man, don't fight
To be able to fight, you have to know who you are with.
Don't fight man, don't fight
To be able to fight, you have to know who you are with.
The Arrabalera was up to the recubeque
He wanted to pay the mob with a check
They bragged about their little clothes
While El Loco lowered his little girl
Rolando flourazos some idiot told me
That he was referring to my friend El Tota
El Loco told him «Hey be careful with Edmundo
You better keep your mouth shut
Or kill the whole world»
The plumbing and the trancazos were armed
Pow pow what a good smack
And he yelled at everyone "earth chest"
While he told them "how good the war is"
Tito told me that güero mariquete
He was threatening me with his 3.57
A dwarf with a mustache, son of a bitch
He was threatening to throw his grenade at me
It's time to withdraw, aaaaaaaaaaah
that door is closed
We had to escape through the front door
And I told my driver to let me drive
I told him "man, you're already too far gone" and he told me "no problem, this bocho is
touched."
Don't be shot man, don't be shot
To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with
Don't be shot man, don't be shot
To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with
Don't be shot man, don't be shot
To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with
Don't be shot man, don't be shot
To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with
Don't be shot man, don't be shot
To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with
Don't be shot man, don't be shot
To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with
Cholo is better than bad company