Текст и перевод песни El Fother - Desacatao

Desacatao

Lo tiguere tan desacatao
La mami chula con lo pantalone pegao′
Every body ranquiao'
Dando la para, los heates quillao pero uno no le para
Sin mediante con lo bolsillo full y en flow
Bajo perfil tripeándome el Party You Know.
Pila de mami y yo burlao′, mira cuanta botella
Eh que hemo' detapao'.
Ellos se sofocan, yo no sé porque pero no se equivocan
Porque saben que lo que.
Y yo sigo tranquilo, sencillo sin mucho paquete y tampoco me guillo.
La que frequea conmigo me la robo fuego con to′ si con el mario
Depue′ hay un bobo.
No fue mi intención pero uno no he palomo, si ella ta en eso
Yo se lo como.
Y eh que uno tiene el flow que a mucho le quilla y la manilla,
Pa que no te valla a da un ataque cuando me vea bébete la patilla.
Lo tiguere tan desacatao
La mami chula con lo pantalone pegao'
Every body ranquiao′
Dando la para, los heates quillao pero uno no le para
Eo! De qui no vamo to' la pa playa, buquen lo traje e′ baño
Y la toaya. Que ete party sigue ata mañana, tiguere bacano
No rana mi pana.
Con mujere bella y mas botella, lo que se quillen que ponga su querella
Que aquí tenemo cualto pa gata y andamo ratata como no gu-ta.
Hoy tamo rulay, la calle e' de nosotro. Si se acabo el whisky
No le pare pide el otro. Con to nunca roto, tirate tu foto,

Y eh que uno tiene el flow que a mucho le quilla y la manilla,
Pa que no te valla a da un ataque cuando me vea bébete la patilla.
Lo tiguere tan desacatao
La mami chula con lo pantalone pegao′
Every body ranquiao'
Dando la para, los haters quillao pero uno no le para

Outlaw

The hustlers so defiant
The hot mama with her pants skintight
Everybody's lit'
Throwing up the deuce, the haters mad but they can't stop us
No in between, pockets full and in the zone
Keeping it low-key, enjoying the party, you know.
Chicks by the pile and me just laughing, look at all these bottles
Man, we're wildin' out here.
They're choking, I don't know why but they're not wrong
'Cause they know what's up.
And I'm just chillin', simple, with no big ego and no frontin', either.
The chick hanging with me, I'm stealing her with fire, even with her man
Then there's a sucker.
It wasn't my intention but you can't be a pigeon, if she's into it
I'm snatching her up.
And man, I got the flow that drives 'em crazy and the bling,
So don't have a heart attack when you see me, sip on some watermelon juice.
The hustlers so defiant
The hot mama with her pants skintight
Everybody's lit'
Throwing up the deuce, the haters mad but they can't stop us
Yo! Who's not going to the beach? Find your swimsuit
And your surfboard. This party's going on all night, cool dude
Don't chicken out, my friend.
With beautiful women and more bottles, let the haters complain
'Cause we got bread for chicks and we roll ratata like it ain't nothing.
Today we're partying, the streets are ours. If the whiskey runs out
Don't worry, order another. Never broke, take your picture,

And man, I got the flow that drives 'em crazy and the bling,
So don't have a heart attack when you see me, sip on some watermelon juice.
The hustlers so defiant
The hot mama with her pants skintight
Everybody's lit'
Throwing up the deuce, the haters mad but they can't stop us