Paroles et traduction Kalako - Cholos y Buchones

Cholos y Buchones

A fumar, con esto... cae pa' tras.

Dice...
Saliendo con estos carnales,
Todos crecimos comiendo nopales
Yo digo que chale no hay otros iguales
Mejor ni le cales si de corazón no le sale (a fu)

Achis pos achis los pinches mariachis,
Vengo con él tachis yo no soy tekashi ni Gucci Versace,
Ni nada de aceite, ¿Quiere calarle o quiere que le cuente?

!Sobres por arre!
Voy con mi clika, en la plazita me pide la finca,
Mucha razita que ahorita me ubica
Por que mis rolitas por salir radican.

Sobres un brindis y va por aquellos que con humideza levantan el sello
Pues ya se la saben quien es el que rifa, puro kalakoso saca la grifa.

Vengo cantando con mi alma catarra, llenando la jarra,
Sueña la guitarra,
Bien pero en la barra con una chaparra,
El pulmón se acigarra, ya se hizo la ceniza...
De nada sirve pararme en la misa,
Mi abuela me espera con una sonrisa,
Voy a llegar con una billetiza,
Tengo el placaso en la pinche camisa.

Me junto con cholos, Buchones y todos resultan ser bien locochones
Deja que detonen los pinches controles,
Si saco canciones como los huicholes no somos matones...
Solo sabemos como está la transa por
Ahí por la casa se juntan pelones...
Soy de la raza mexica morena
De los meros locos de los meros leones.

Todos vamos a fumar... a fumar a fuma. Todos andan bien prendidos,
Todos vamos a fuma,
Mijo páseme la cheve que eh dejado por allá
Y también una carnita con su limón y su sal.
Todos vamos a fumar... a fumar a fuma. Todos andan bien prendidos,
Todos vamos a fuma,
Mijo páseme la cheve que eh dejado por allá
Tambien una carnita con su limón y su sal, Carnal...!

Yo desde pequeño metiéndole huevos al sueño que muchos
Dijeron que no cumpliría,
Me prendí un leño y con chingo de
Empeño le calle el osico a los que lo decían.

Sabes maría, ya no hay problemas con la policía,
Perdón madre mía yo no quería verla llorar con tal melancolía

Que tu para aquel, que no se con quien,
Tuviste pedos wey son puro cel-os en el papel,
Con tinta en la piel, le entregue mi vida a la música crel-o.

Estamos al cien, al barrio soy fiel y que retumbe el sonido norteño
Y todo va bien, Me la paso bien y sino le sabe al requinto le enseño

Yo siempre me visualizo sobre la misión en él audition...
Y siempre quemo macizo, nunca ando erizo me cae el chicho.

Si quiere ver el screen shot por pura pinche prediction le
Vo' a cantar un corrido nomás de huevos, sobres pues simpson.

Yo me junto con... tumbado shop...
Tirando crema aquí en el microphone,
Salados cinema está en la producción.

Activa la campaña y pon tu suscripción
Un saludo pa' todos los paa's que andan escuchando esta rolita por
Ahí, con una chevesita rica al ritmo boom bap,
Ya con esta me despido todo chido y bien high.

Ey!

Quiero agradecer a todos por su apoyo, al chicles,
Al burro y al pollo. Para todos los que están afuera...
Para el pecheras y para el takachi, Ey! Ya se la saben.

Es el Kalako. (Oh!)

Y pa' toda la gente del norte, como no...
Para toda la raza de san timón, Ey! Tumbado shop,
Salados cinema está en el clip... (Yi, yi, yi, yi, yii)

Cholos and Buchones

To smoke, with this... falls backwards.

He says...
Going out with these carnales,
We all grew up eating nopales
I say there are no others like it
Better not even try it if it doesn't come from the heart (to fu)

Oh, well, oh, the little mariachis,
I come with him tachis I'm not tekashi or Gucci Versace,
Nothing oily, do you want to heat it up or do you want me to tell you?

!Come on by arre!
I'm going with my click, in the little square he asks me for the farm,
A lot of people who know me right now
Because my rolitas are about to be released.

Cheers, a toast to those who raise the seal with moisture
Well, you already know who the raffle is, pure kalakoso takes out the weed.

I come singing with my catarrh soul, filling the jar,
The guitar dreams,
Good but at the bar with a chaparra,
The lung is choked, the ash is done...
It's no use standing in the mass,
My grandmother waits for me with a smile,
I'm going to arrive with a little bill,
I have the badge on my fucking shirt.

I get together with cholos, Buchones and they all turn out to be crazy
Let the fucking controls detonate,
If I take out songs like the Huicholes, we are not thugs...
We just know how the trance is for
Over there by the house, bald guys get together...
I am from the Mexican brunette race
Of the meros crazy of the meros lions.

We are all going to smoke... to smoke to smoke. Everyone is on fire,
We're all going to smoke,
Son, pass me the beer that I have left over there
And also a little meat with its lemon and its salt.
We are all going to smoke... to smoke to smoke. Everyone is on fire,
We're all going to smoke,
Son, pass me the beer that I have left over there
Also a little meat with its lemon and its salt, Carnal...!

Since I was little, I've been putting my eggs into the dream that many
They said it would not come true,
I lit a log and with chingo de
Effort shut the mouth of those who said so.

You know maria, there are no more problems with the police,
Sorry my mother, I didn't want to see her cry with such melancholy

That you for that one, that I don't know who,
You had farts wey are pure jealousy on paper,
With ink on my skin, I gave my life to the music crel-o.

We are at one hundred, I am faithful to the neighborhood and let the northern sound resound
And everything is going well, I'm having a good time and if you don't know the fifth, I'll teach you

I always visualize myself on the mission in the audition...
And I always burn solid, I never hedgehog the boy falls on me.

If you want to see the screen shot by pure fucking prediction le
I'm going to sing a corrido just for eggs, envelopes then simpson.

I get together with... lying down shop...
Throwing cream here on the microphone,
Salty cinema is in production.

Activate the campaign and put your subscription
Greetings to all the countries that are listening to this song for
There, with a delicious beer to the rhythm boom bap,
I already say goodbye with this, everything cool and very high.

Hey!

I want to thank everyone for their support, the gum,
To the donkey and the chicken. For all those who are outside...
For the bibs and for the takachi, Hey! You already know.

It's Kalako. (Oh!)

And for all the people of the north, how could it not be...
For the entire San Timon race, Hey! Lying down shop,
Salados cinema is in the clip... (Yi, yi, yi, yi, yii)