Paroles et traduction Ryan Castro feat. Ovi - Clásico

Clásico

Es el cantante del gueto (woh-oh)
Zaga zau (woh), zaga zau (qué rico esa pista, Chain)

Guarden la' pistola', vamo' pa'l perreo
No creemos en nadie, aunque miren feo
Perreíto clásico como el liceo
Pariseo, fumeteo (bu-bu-bum)

Guarden la' pistola', vamo' pa'l perreo
No creemos en nadie, aunque miren feo
Perreíto clásico como el liceo
Pariseo, fumeteo

Jaja, hacele, Ryan
Mandá a guardar lo' metale', mi gallito, que sе vino a perrear
Jaja, claro que sí

Guardеn la' pistola', saquen las bocina' (prr)
Que esto es un perreo classic como gasolina
Ella mueve el culo ese como no te imagina' (¿cómo?)
Dice que le gusta duro, que eso a ella no la lastima

Y no estamo' en un funeral, pero el muerto te lo entierro
Noche de terror (yeh), me dice fierro (prr)
Si anda' con tu' perra', yo suelto a mi' perro'
Sólo una noche, yo no me aferro

El tussi, la coca, el güisqui a la roca (yeh)
Y una pastillita que le explota la nota
Anda con la amiga y se besan la boca
Yo prendo la mota y el humo la' vuelve loca' (ja)

Guarden la' pistola', vamo' pa'l perreo
No creemo' en nadie, aunque miren feo
Perreíto clásico como el liceo
Pariseo, fumeteo

Guarden la' pistola', vamo' pa'l perreo
No creemos en nadie, aunque miren feo
Perreíto clásico como el liceo
Pariseo, fumeteo (bu-bu-bum)

Esa beibi pupi quiere maleanteo
Perreíto en el gueto, con lo' rapero'
¿Qué quiere de tomar?, que aquí tenemo' dinero
Yo soy tu bandido, no tu Romeo

Tiene el culo grande pero de teta' e' plana
Me la llevé de vacacione' pa' Tijuana
Viviendo como narco, hasta la muerte o la cana
La' libra' de kush y botella' 'e Buchanan's

Dime lo que quiere' tú
Una posecita 'e RedTube
La nota me pegó como patada de Kung-fu
Si nos vamo' a Cancún, yo te como ese cu'

Y no' vamo' hasta el fondo, beibi, te lo pongo
Si tú está' dispuesta, todo te propongo
Que yo sé que 'tá' caliente como el sol del Congo
Pero en México ando con todo' los gánster que manejan el cartel (bu-bu-bum)

Guarden la' pistola', vamo' pa'l perreo
No creemos en nadie, aunque miren feo
Perreíto clásico como el liceo
Pariseo, fumeteo (bu-bu-bum)

Guarden la' pistola', vamo' pa'l perreo
No creemos en nadie aunque miren feo
Perreíto clásico como el liceo
Pariseo, fumeteo

Pariseo, fumeteo (jaa)
Yeh
Ovi, habla Ryan (ja)
Cuba, Colombia haciéndolo fino (jaja)

Todo el mundo guardando lo' metale', mi gallito, que aquí se vino a perrear, jaja
¿Qué hubo, pue'?
Oigan a éste, bobo caga'o, ay, ay, ay, ay
Mi gallo
Ovi (It's Chain Trackz, baby)

Classic

It's the ghetto singer (woh-oh)
Zaga zau (woh), zaga zau (this beat is fire, Chain)

Put away the guns, let's go dancing (perreo)
We don't trust anyone, even if they give us dirty looks
Classic perreo, like back in high school
Partying, smoking (bu-bu-bum)

Put away the guns, let's go dancing (perreo)
We don't trust anyone, even if they give us dirty looks
Classic perreo, like back in high school
Partying, smoking

Haha, do it, Ryan
Tell them to put away the metal, my man, we came here to dance (perreo)
Haha, of course

Put away the guns, bring out the speakers (prr)
This is a classic perreo like gasoline
She moves that ass like you can't imagine (how?)
She says she likes it rough, that it doesn't hurt her

And we're not at a funeral, but I'll bury you dead
Night of terror (yeh), she calls me fierce (prr)
If you're with your girl, I'll unleash my dogs
Just one night, I don't cling

The tussi, the coke, the whiskey on the rocks (yeh)
And a little pill that makes her go wild
She's with her friend and they're kissing
I light up the weed and the smoke makes them crazy (ha)

Put away the guns, let's go dancing (perreo)
We don't trust anyone, even if they give us dirty looks
Classic perreo, like back in high school
Partying, smoking

Put away the guns, let's go dancing (perreo)
We don't trust anyone, even if they give us dirty looks
Classic perreo, like back in high school
Partying, smoking (bu-bu-bum)

That bad girl wants some thug love
Perreo in the ghetto, with the rappers
What does she want to drink? We got money here
I'm your bandit, not your Romeo

She's got a big ass but her tits are flat
I took her on vacation to Tijuana
Living like a narco, until death or jail
Pounds of kush and bottles of Buchanan's

Tell me what you want, girl
A little RedTube pose
The drugs hit me like a Kung-fu kick
If we go to Cancun, I'll eat that ass

And we're going all the way, baby, I'll give it to you
If you're willing, I'll offer you everything
'Cause I know you're hot like the Congo sun
But in Mexico I roll with all the gangsters who run the cartel (bu-bu-bum)

Put away the guns, let's go dancing (perreo)
We don't trust anyone, even if they give us dirty looks
Classic perreo, like back in high school
Partying, smoking (bu-bu-bum)

Put away the guns, let's go dancing (perreo)
We don't trust anyone, even if they give us dirty looks
Classic perreo, like back in high school
Partying, smoking

Partying, smoking (haa)
Yeh
Ovi, Ryan's speaking (ha)
Cuba, Colombia doing it fine (haha)

Everybody put away the metal, my man, we came here to dance (perreo), haha
What's up, then?
Listen to this, scaredy-cat, ay, ay, ay, ay
My man
Ovi (It's Chain Trackz, baby)