Translation of the song lyrics Las Plebes del Masserati - Nena Guzman

Las Plebes del Masserati (original)

Ya agarraron la trescientos
Vamos a ver quien las para
En la vereda las vieron
Pero nunca las alcanzan
Con el turbo bien cargado
Pasaron quemando llanta
Por el malecón las vieron
Echándose a policíacas
Son dos plebes aventadas
Que asta parecen barbies
Son muy aceleradas
Las Plebes del Maserati
Para Combinar con el Carro
Se Pintan Los Labios Rojos
Si las Para algún reten
Nomas le sierran el ojo
No ocupan de charola
Porque todos las conocen
Son dos plebes desmadrosas
Que siempre viven de noche
Los hombres se quedan viendo
Todos con la boca abierta
Las plebes lo asen adrede
Pasan a vuelta de rueda
La belleza es su charola
Y sus armas los billetes
No son fresas ni buchonas
Son dos Divas Sinaloenses
De flores les llegan kilos
Y regalos toneladas
Varios Le asen la lucha
Porque quieren conquistarlas
Esas caritas lindas
No se impresionan fácil
Tu ya vas ya vienen
Las Plebes Del Maserati
Y estas Plebes están pesadas, tenían que ser de del records
Por La Baja De Ensenada
Van Mirado el Maserati
Por la revul de Tijuana
Y una Vez en Mexicali
Por San Luis y por Peñasco
Reinas de la Finiquera
Puede andar en California
Culiacan y asta en la perla
Por la 15 a masatlan
Para curarnos la maliya
Después de un aguachile
Estamos listas pa' seguirle
En el malecón Son Vistas
Saludando a Sus Amigos
Tambien son muy activas
Viernes sabado y domingo
En los antros en las islas
He en el bulevar sinaloa
De carro a carro se gritan
Mientras suena la tambora
Paran trafico en la caye
Y se arma la parranda
Con puro buchanas master
Es la moda en la plebeada
Un regalo pa' las niñas
Evidente un deportivo
Herencia y padrino
Desde Italia lo han traído
En menos de seis segundos
Ya levantan los doscientos
Son las reinas del mundo
Y fierro por la trescientos
No tienen competencia
Pos son fieras pal volante
Pa las carreras tremendas
Las plebes del Maserati

(translation)

They already grabbed the three hundred
Let's see who stops them
They saw them on the sidewalk
But they never reach
With the turbo well charged
They spent burning tires
They saw them along the boardwalk
fucking police girls
They are two fanned plebes
How do they look like barbies?
they are very fast
The Maserati Plebes
To Combine with the Cart
Red Lips are Painted
If the For some retention
They just close his eye
They do not occupy a tray
because everyone knows them
They are two wild plebes
Who always live at night
The men stare
Everyone with their mouths open
The commoners do it on purpose
They go round the wheel
Beauty is her tray
And their weapons the bills
They are not strawberries or poachers
They are two Sinaloan Divas
Kilos of flowers arrive
And gifts tons
Several will fight
because they want to conquer them
Those pretty little faces
They are not easily impressed
You are already coming
The Maserati Plebes
And these Plebes are heavy, they had to be from records
Through the Baja De Ensenada
Van Mirado the Maserati
For the revul of Tijuana
And once in Mexicali
Through San Luis and through Peñasco
Queens of the Finiquera
You can ride in California
Culiacan and even in the pearl
By the 15th masatlan
To cure our maliya
After an aguachile
We are ready to follow him
On the boardwalk Son Vistas
Greeting Your Friends
They are also very active
Friday saturday and sunday
In the dens on the islands
I have in sinaloa boulevard
From car to car they shout
While the drum is playing
They stop traffic in the caye
And the party is armed
With pure buchanas master
It is the fashion in the Plebeada
A gift for the girls
obviously a sporty
inheritance and godfather
They brought it from Italy
In less than six seconds
They already raise the two hundred
They are the queens of the world
And iron for the three hundred
they have no competition
because they are beasts pal volante
For the tremendous races
The Maserati mobs