Paroles et traduction Colmillo Norteño - El Cholo Se Hizo Buchon ( Radio Edit )

El Cholo Se Hizo Buchon ( Radio Edit )

Cambio los converse por zapatos franco cuadra
Y dejo su ropa aguada por limas adiamantadas

Hoy ya toma cerveza ni mezcalitos compra botellas
De whisky de esa del sello rojito

Ya no anda en bici ahora anda en una cheyenne
El cholo se izo buchón dejo de rayar paredes

Y es que se metió ala mafia le sobra el dinero
Le llueven las viejas y los carros nuevos
Trae ropa de marca es todo un ranchero

Le gusto lo bueno lujos en exceso
Al 100 se amanece con grupos norteños
Con plumita de ángel no le pega el sueño
Es bien parrandero

De mazatlán
En la clica conocido
Ya no escucho a cypress hill
Escucha puros corridos

Se contagio
Del movimiento alterado
Al millón vive el viejón
Y ahora es muy arremangado

Y aunque cambio
Todo lo que había en su armario
Y sus posters de túpac
No deja de ser del barrio

Y es que se metió ala mafia le sobra el dinero
Le llueven las viejas y los carros nuevos
Trae ropa de marca es todo un ranchero

Le gusto lo bueno lujos en exceso
Al 100 se amanece con grupos norteños
Con plumita de ángel no le pega el sueño

Y andan diciendo
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Que cholo se hizo buchon

The Cholo Became a Drug Lord (Radio Edit)

He traded his Converse for Franco Cuadras shoes
And dropped his baggy clothes for flashy, diamond-encrusted looks

He no longer drinks beer or cheap mezcal, he buys bottles
Of whiskey, the kind with the red seal

He no longer rides a bike, now he drives a Cheyenne
The cholo has become a drug lord, no longer tagging walls

Because he got into the mafia, he's got money to spare
Women swarm around him and new cars keep coming
He wears designer clothes, he's a rancher through and through

He loves the finer things, excessive luxury
He stays up all night with norteño music
With angel feathers, he can't sleep
He's a party animal

From Mazatlán
Known in the clique
I no longer listen to Cypress Hill
He listens only to corridos

He's caught on
To the altered movement
The old man lives a million-dollar life
And now he's got a lot of swagger

And although he's changed
Everything in his closet
And his Tupac posters
He's still a hood

Because he got into the mafia, he's got money to spare
Women swarm around him and new cars keep coming
He wears designer clothes, he's a rancher through and through

He loves the finer things, excessive luxury
He stays up all night with norteño music
With angel feathers, he can't sleep

And they say
That the cholo became a drug lord
That the cholo became a drug lord
That the cholo became a drug lord