Paroles et traduction El Experimento (Macgyver) feat. Jc La Nevula, La Manta, Gailen La Moyeta, Paramba, El Chuape & Young Gatillo - Bobolonga

Bobolonga

Yo no voy a discotecas
Yo voy a bares de la zona

Mire deje su finura
Aquí no vale na' ni su figura
Aquí vale saber bailar teteo y su locura
Bajo mundo, Jordan, Lodo, Música y se fuma
Corredero y frenan los monos y se te va la juma

Si no le da a la hookah
Es una bobolonga!
Si no tiene unos Jordan
Es una bobolonga!
Si se acabo la fiesta y no te piloneo
Es una bobolonga!

Si no le da a la hookah
Es una bobolonga
Si no tiene unos Jordan
Es una bobolonga
Si se acabó la fiesta y no te piloneo
Es una bobolonga!

Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Yo te traje al bajo mundo pa' que rulay te ponga

Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Yo te traje al bajo mundo pa' que rulay te ponga!

¿Eh, sеguimos?
E'tá guapura y e'tá truca que está еn el medio y nunca bebe
Quiero una loca acicala' que le gusten las mujeres
Traime los papeles que yerba nunca falta
Esta loca se achochó por se fumó una cuarta

Son Kiko, yo Chavo no me tienen paciencia
Yo gasto pa'l de peso porque hago mi diligencia
El objetivo los logramos, lo capiamos y lo botamos
Tú eres un lambon del coro y al final no lo aceptamos

Bobolonga recuerda que en ti gaste mi longa
Ahora lo que quiero es tocarte como una conga
Te traje al bajo mundo para que rulay te ponga
Y después que estemos trucho
Amanecemos hasta en la alfombra

Pónteme unos Jordan y pónteme eso baguéis
Que hoy e' de judidero la noche de party
Ruling everybody por culpa de la mari
Si se tiran lo mono no lo pienses y corre por ahí

Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Yo te traje al bajo mundo pa' que rulay te pongas

Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Bobolonga, bobolonga, longa
Yo te traje al bajo mundo pa' que rulay te pongas

Bobolonga tú bailas como americana
Tú tienes que bailar gaga
Como que si fuera Haitiana
Ayer estábamos pensando en la cana
Y hoy andamos viendo villas pa' comprar
En Casa de Campo y Punta Cana

Cotorra importada del callejón
Donde te sacan un machete
Mejor dicho un macheton
Yo te traje al bajo mundo
Pa' que baile reggaetón
Pa' que beba romo a pico
Y le dé dos patas a este blunt, blunt

Longa, longa, lon tú eres bobolonga (sí)
Te lo metemos y después picalonga (ajá)
Te damos pila romo, pila de hookah
Hasta que rulay te pongas
Después te entramos to' como la conga

Los tigres activa'o el barrio alborota'o
Yo no te lo meto si no estoy arrebata'o
To' lo que empezaron conmigo ahora están vira'o
Pero yo tengo pila de cualto
Y no tengo tiempo para estar achocha'o

Si no le da a la hookah
Es una bobolonga
Si no tiene unos Jordan
Es una bobolonga
Si se acabó la fiesta y no te piloneo
Es una bobolonga

Si no le da a la hookah
Es una bobolonga
Si no tiene unos Jordan
Es una bobolonga
Si se acabó la fiesta y no te piloneo
Es una bobolonga

Bobolonga, porque no dejo que me la ponga
Me quiere dar como a lo cuero que tienen la conga
Yo chingo, pero a veces me le hago la chonga sin Changa
Hay que darme mi bate y una milonga

Yo hookeoh y tengo mi Jordan, pero en mi casa
Si te piloneo empeña to' y voy a que fracasa
Tú me quieres dar pila de masa
Pero si lo agarro te lo dejo arrugado como una pasa

Huh, bobolonga tú dices que no comes picalonga
Y si te ponen bobote se te mete una sandonga
No hay un party donde esa diablona no la ponga
Más cuando tú le pones una milonga

Tú me vas a dar con esa
Si ya cogiste bomba en lo pradito
Y en punto ocho te vimos toditos que fue
Fuiste a Capotillo y le diste tejió
También pa' Villa Agricola y los Rios

Muchachita, ya que yo compré un galón de vino
Tú me vas a decir que solo bebes whisky fino
Tengo un pana que te prende un fino
Un bate asesino que se te ponen los ojos chinos

Chili, Chulo, Chang son los panas míos
Que ponen más chino que Jackie Chan
Llegan los monos y los tigres quilla'o que no te chichan
Y la batata de los pies
De correr se te sancochan-chan-chan-chan

Si no le da a la hookah
Es una bobolonga
Si no tiene unos Jordan
Es una bobolonga
Si se acabó la fiesta y no te piloneo
Es una bobolonga

Si no le da a la hookah
Es una bobolonga
Si no tiene unos Jordan
Es una bobolonga
Si se acabó la fiesta y no te piloneo
Es una bobolonga

Chasing my dream
Leo RD produciendo

Airhead

I don't go to nightclubs
I go to local bars

Look, leave your fancy ways
Here, your figure doesn't mean a thing
What matters is knowing how to dance, party, and let loose
Underworld, Jordans, weed, music, and smoke
The cops raid, everyone freezes, and your high fades away

If she doesn't hit the hookah
She's an airhead!
If she doesn't have Jordans
She's an airhead!
If the party's over and I don't grind on you
She's an airhead!

If she doesn't hit the hookah
She's an airhead
If she doesn't have Jordans
She's an airhead
If the party's over and I don't grind on you
She's an airhead!

Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
I brought you to the underworld to get you high

Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
I brought you to the underworld to get you high!

Eh, shall we continue?
She's pretty and high, standing in the middle, never drinks
I want a crazy, well-dressed girl who likes women
Bring me the papers, there's always weed
This girl got high after smoking a quarter

They're Kiko, I'm Chavo, they have no patience for me
I spend to make a dollar because I hustle
We achieve our goals, we understand it, and we throw it away
You're a follower of the crowd, and in the end, we don't accept you

Airhead, remember I spent my money on you
Now I just want to touch you like a conga drum
I brought you to the underworld to get you high
And after we're high
We'll stay up till dawn even on the carpet

Put on some Jordans and those fancy clothes
Tonight's a party night
Ruling everybody thanks to the weed
If the cops come, don't think twice, just run

Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
I brought you to the underworld to get you high

Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
Airhead, airhead, head
I brought you to the underworld to get you high

Airhead, you dance like an American
You have to dance, girl
Like you were Haitian
Yesterday we were thinking about jail
And today we're looking at villas to buy
In Casa de Campo and Punta Cana

Imported chick from the ghetto
Where they pull a machete on you
Or rather a huge machete
I brought you to the underworld
To dance reggaeton
To drink rum straight from the bottle
And take two hits from this blunt, blunt

Head, head, head, you're an airhead (yes)
We'll do it to you and then disappear (uh-huh)
We'll give you lots of rum, lots of hookah
Until you get high
Then we'll do you all over like the conga

The tigers are activated, the neighborhood's riled up
I won't do it to you if I'm not fired up
Everyone who started with me has now turned away
But I have a lot of money
And no time to be high

If she doesn't hit the hookah
She's an airhead
If she doesn't have Jordans
She's an airhead
If the party's over and I don't grind on you
She's an airhead

If she doesn't hit the hookah
She's an airhead
If she doesn't have Jordans
She's an airhead
If the party's over and I don't grind on you
She's an airhead

Airhead, because I don't let her do it to me
She wants to do me like those guys who play the conga
I party, but sometimes I play hard to get, without Changa
You have to give me my money and a milonga

I smoke hookah and have my Jordans, but at my house
If I grind on you, pawn everything and go fail
You want to give me a lot of money
But if I take it, I'll leave it wrinkled like a raisin

Huh, airhead you say you don't eat picalonga
And if they give you dick you get stuffed with a sausage
There's no party where that she-devil doesn't do it
Especially when you give her a milonga

You're going to give it to me with that
If you already had sex in the little field
And at Point Eight we all saw you, it was
You went to Capotillo and gave it away
Also to Villa Agricola and Los Rios

Girl, now that I bought a gallon of wine
You're going to tell me you only drink fine whiskey
I have a friend who can light up a fine
Killer blunt that will make your eyes Chinese

Chili, Chulo, Chang are my friends
Who make you more Chinese than Jackie Chan
The cops come and the tigers are pissed, they won't hesitate
And the soles of your feet
Will get sore from running-chan-chan-chan-chan

If she doesn't hit the hookah
She's an airhead
If she doesn't have Jordans
She's an airhead
If the party's over and I don't grind on you
She's an airhead

If she doesn't hit the hookah
She's an airhead
If she doesn't have Jordans
She's an airhead
If the party's over and I don't grind on you
She's an airhead

Chasing my dream
Leo RD producing