Lyrics of La Rockera - Wisin Y Yandel

La Rockera (original)

Nunca he conocido una mujer como ella…
Ojos hermosos, parecen dos estrellas…
La mire bien y era toda una doncella…
…pero Blass…
Muchacho…
Que bellaquera tenia
Estaba lucia
En cosas de sexo puede dar tutoria
Llena de energia
No va con la sangria
Y entre cara y pipa mas de diez cirugias
No y me dio una letania
Movia la cabeza con simpatia
No se si era el ron o una mania
Me dijo que jangueaba con la tia
Y que en Nueva York le hacian orgias
Y ahi llego la monotonia
Y hablamos de economia
El pai tenia una joyeria
Una barberia, y era policia
«Mira caripela’o, que tu haces
Hablando con mi hija!
Usted no se abochorna?»
«Mira señor oficial…
Si yo no 'taba haciendo na' mi hermano…
'toy con su hija tratando…»
«Eh!
A mi no me diga hermano!
Que yo no soy hermano suyo, so pendejo!
Pegase a la pared ahi, pegase a la pared!»
«Tranquilo, pero mira… que paso?!»
La nena que yo veo
En la disco en un carro convertible
Actitud flexible y riza visibles
Me le pego,
«Buenas noches"y me dice
«Yo soy invisible.»
«Esta es loca?
Imposible!»
Pero en un momento dado yo me senti preparado
Para en la disco hablar con esa tipa rara
Pantallas en la cara
Y para rolear en su bolsillos luces de bengalas
La tipa no era mala, y en una se resbala
Y hacia el baño me señala
Le dije enseguida
«Vamos pa' afuera, pa' que
Cogas aire en la cara.»
Monta en el carro, sata
Arranco, y enseguida ella me dice
«Para»
Me trepo en la acera, «Vomita afuera.»
Y me dijo «Mira loco apagate eso
Que yo soy rockera.»
«Ah, tu eres rockera?
Es que yo no sabia, mami, en verdad.»
«Blass, estas listo alla en la guitarra?
Sigueme!
One, two, three, four!»
Oye chula, disimula
Con la mente te estimula
Se ve que en la cama tu relinchas como una mula
Se ve que en la cama tu puedes con dos
A ti te gusta el rock,
Pero a mi me gusta el reggaeton
Lento el el alimento
La chica hace movimiento
Yo no miento al decir que esto es una moda
La lady se acomoda y en la barra busca una soda
Y hasta en mi boda quiero reggaeton
Y la musica, el corillo, la mision
El rumbon, en la barra mucho ron
De cervezas un dron
Y DJ Blass con mucho reggaeton-ton-ton
Mucho reggae-reggae-reggae-ton-ton-ton
Reggae-reggae-ton-ton
Mucho reggae-reggae-ton-ton
«Diablo, le meto bien cabron.»

(translation)

I have never met a woman like her...
Beautiful eyes, they look like two stars...
I looked at her well and she was quite a maiden...
...but Blass...
Young guy…
that she bellaquera she had
she was lucent
In things of sex she can give tutoring
full of energy
She does not go with the sangria
And between face and pipe more than ten surgeries
No and she gave me a litany
He shook his head sympathetically
I don't know if she was the rum or a mania
She told me that she hung out with her aunt
And that in New York she had orgies
And there came the monotony
And we talk about economics
The country had a jewelry store
A barbershop, and she was a policeman
"Look caripela'o, what are you doing
Talking with my daughter!
Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Look Mr. Officer...
If I wasn't 'doing anything' my brother…
'I play with his daughter trying to… »
"Hey!
Don't call me brother!
That I'm not his brother, stupid!
Stick to the wall there, stick to the wall!”
«Calm down, but look… what happened?!»
the girl i see
At the disco in a convertible car
Flexible attitude and visible curls
I hit him,
"Good night" and she tells me
"I am invisible."
"This is crazy?
Impossible!"
But at a given moment I felt ready
To talk to that weird girl at the disco
Screens on the face
And to roll in her pockets of her sparklers
The girl was not bad, and in one she slips
And towards the bathroom she points to me
I told him right away
"Let's go outside, so what
Take a deep breath in your face.”
Get in the car, sata
I start, and right away she tells me
"For"
She climbed me on the sidewalk, "Pumit outside."
And she told me "Look crazy turn that off
That I am a rocker.»
«Ah, are you a rocker?
It's that I didn't know, mommy, really."
"Blass, are you ready over there on the guitar?
follow me!
One, two, three, four!”
Hey cool, hide
With the mind it stimulates you
It is seen that in bed you neigh like a mule
It is seen that in bed you can handle two
You like rock,
But I like reggaeton
Slow the food
The girl makes a move
I'm not lying when I say that this is a fad
The lady sits down and at the bar she looks for a soda
And even at my wedding I want reggaeton
And the music, the group, the mission
The rumbon, in the bar a lot of rum
Of beers a drone
And DJ Blass with a lot of reggaeton-ton-ton
A lot of reggae-reggae-reggae-ton-ton-ton
Reggae-reggae-ton-ton
A lot of reggae-reggae-ton-ton
"Devil, I put a good motherfucker in him."