Lyrics and translation The Tyets feat. Ebonny - Oye Mulata

Oye Mulata

Oye mulata dime qué pasó
Que todo el barrio anda corriendo y no se nos avisó
Hangueando duro modo híbrido
Y con la fuerza de un Ferrari, classe Dodge y flow muy cínico

Oye mulata dime qué pasó
Que todo el barrio anda corriendo y no se nos avisó
Hangueando duro modo híbrido
Con la fuerza de un Ferrari, classe Dodge y flow muy cínico

Que venim els primers and we go round, round, round
Que si falta la música et montem el sound
Ballant la bona salsa we go down, down, down
L'Havana està al Maresme, puta està a la town

I aquí ens passem l'estiu, fent el vago
Això és la crema catalana i no pas Platja d'Aro
Fent la birra prop del solet
Caribenyo quan vaig tot bé
Truquen al mòbil i no sento res
Estic rolling, rolling amb els tyets

I rolling, rolling amb els tyets
N'hi ha que estar rolling amb els tyets eh
Si sonem al teu cotxe doncs no passa res
A la playlist d'Spoty només sona el Tyet

I saps que sono més fort que tu
I saps que produeixo més dur
Tu espera't dos anys que rolem per la sala
Tu et creues meu pare i a baix estàs tu

I tinc la indústria copiant-me els hits
I tinc La Kate triunfitos mil
I tinc a la penya esperant-me a mi
Però això és el meu hobby, no cuido els teus fills

(¿Qué pasó?, ¿Qué pasó?)
Klk, papi dime qué pasó
Llegó la negra y el barrio se alarmó
Ando en la playa bebiendo del mejor ron
Soltando humito, la party ya empezó

Oye mulata dime qué pasó
Que todo el barrio anda corriendo y no se nos avisó
Hangueando duro modo híbrido
Y con la fuerza de un Ferrari, classe Dodge y flow muy cínico

Oye mulata dime qué pasó
Que todo el barrio anda corriendo y no se nos avisó
Hangueando duro modo híbrido
Con la fuerza de un Ferrari, classe Dodge y flow muy cínico

I got the bag
I got a bag on my hand
Got it my man?
I gotta take you my man

I got the bag
I got a bag on my hand
Got it my man?
I gotta take you my man

Always with my bag (rollin')
That ain't easy
Always on my bag
AMS' trippy

Always on my bag, on my bag, on my bag (I got the bag)
Always with my man, with my man, with my man

Homies always tell me bruh. (Huh - Is Lit)
Always tell me brah, whatcha doin' Sunday ninght
But they callin' down the bar and I'm always occupied
They'd be calling down the bar, they wanna meet up

Oye Mulata

Hey mulata, tell me what happened
The whole neighborhood is running and we weren't warned
Hanging out hard, hybrid mode
With the power of a Ferrari, a Dodge class and a very cynical flow

Hey mulata, tell me what happened
The whole neighborhood is running and we weren't warned
Hanging out hard, hybrid mode
With the power of a Ferrari, a Dodge class and a very cynical flow

We're the first to come and we go round, round, round
If there's no music we'll set up the sound
Dancing to the good salsa we go down, down, down
Havana is in Maresme, the bitch is in the town

And here we spend the summer, slacking off
This is the crema catalana and not Platja d'Aro
Having a beer in the sun
Caribbean when I'm feeling good
The phone rings and I don't hear anything
I'm rolling, rolling with the tyets

I'm rolling, rolling with the tyets
There are some who are rolling with the tyets, eh
If we sound in your car, then it's okay
On the Spoty playlist, only Tyet sounds

And you know I sound louder than you
And you know I produce harder
Wait two years for us to roll through the room
You cross my dad and you're down there

And I have the industry copying my hits
And I have La Kate triunfitos a thousand
And I have the crew waiting for me
But this is my hobby, I don't take care of your kids

(What happened?, What happened?)
Klk, daddy tell me what happened
The black woman arrived and the neighborhood was alarmed
I'm on the beach drinking the best rum
Releasing smoke, the party has already started

Hey mulata, tell me what happened
The whole neighborhood is running and we weren't warned
Hanging out hard, hybrid mode
With the power of a Ferrari, a Dodge class and a very cynical flow

Hey mulata, tell me what happened
The whole neighborhood is running and we weren't warned
Hanging out hard, hybrid mode
With the power of a Ferrari, a Dodge class and a very cynical flow

I got the bag
I got a bag on my hand
Got it my man?
I gotta take you my man

I got the bag
I got a bag on my hand
Got it my man?
I gotta take you my man

Always with my bag (rollin')
That ain't easy
Always on my bag
AMS' trippy

Always on my bag, on my bag, on my bag (I got the bag)
Always with my man, with my man, with my man

Homies always tell me bruh. (Huh - Is Lit)
Always tell me brah, whatcha doin' Sunday ninght
But they callin' down the bar and I'm always occupied
They'd be calling down the bar, they wanna meet up