Текст и перевод песни Hector El Father feat. Yomo & Polaco - Los Cojo Bajando

Los Cojo Bajando

Yo soy el maleante
El que todos me persiguen
Muchos quieren darme muerte
Pocos los que sobreviven
Si me quieren muerto
Ven aquí, busca mi cuerpo
Solo tienes un intento
Para llegar a mí entierro
Yo soy el maleante
El que todos me persiguen
Muchos quieren darme muerte
Pocos los que sobreviven
Si me quieren muerto
Ven aquí, busca mi cuerpo
Solo tienes un intento
Para llegar a mí entierro

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...

Ustedes to's son fecas
No me estén amenazando
(¡Que estamos cazando!)

Esto es lo mío, mío
Como los glaciales yo soy frío
Tío, ten cuida'o caballo
Que no te metas en líos
Gallinita, busca otra
Chulin, vámonos en trío
Dile al macho tuyo, mami, que no se ponga huelío
Que los rompediscotecas andan bien aborrecíos
Que pa' mi esto es pan comío, que de la perse me río
Potro manso, evita el frío...
Entran con piquete y no salen del caserío
(¿Oíste, tío?) (¡Jajaja!) (¡Viste!)
Ya 'tas advertido, sales con 70
O con el melón partío

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...

Ustedes to's son fecas
No me estén amenazando
(¡Que estamos cazando!)

Pa' los que roncan
Y lo que están es fantasmeando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

Pa' las gatas que pichaban
Y ahora hasta me están llamando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A to' esos puercos
Que resuelven demandando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A los que están de cacería
Y por mi canto nebuleando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A los que les di la vida
Y se me fueron pa' otro bando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A los que me saludan
Y de espaldas me están tirando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A to' esos puercos
Que de afuera están choteando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A to' aquel que le hice coros
Cuando estábamos cantando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

Ustedes to's son fecas...
No me estén amenazando...
Que estamos cazando...

Potro, sin mueca
Que ando con los cabezahuecas
Feca patuleca y la vida se te enteca
Tanto que comentan de mí me da jaqueca
Cleca, vo'a meterte con el mata-feca
Coste lo que coste vo'a sacarte a pasear el Lacoste
Papa, no demostres, o te almuerzo y a tu pana 'e postre
Yo les borro el rostre y le doy 70 en el magoste
No me saques el monstre
O te pego los sesos del poste

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...

Ustedes to's son fecas
No me esten amenazando
(¡Que estamos cazando!)

Despertaron al Pola'
Pa' que los haga granola
Cuida'o con la ola que les tiro la yola
Yo parto cholas, abran fila y rompan ola
Con el combo de 70 mas el combo de Carola
Papi de cora', vuélate ahora
Mi combete te devora a cualquier hora
Somos la causa de cuando los cantantes lloran
Somos la familia que a tu enfermedad empeora
Se me seca la encía, se me trancan los dientes
Significa que ahora le vo'a meter caliente
Se siente, llego el nuevo lugarteniente
(¡Father!) (¡Vamo'a darle fuego a to' esta gente!)

Ustedes to's son fecas
No me esten amenazando
(¡Que estamos cazando!)

Pa' los que roncan
Y lo que están es fantasmeando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

Pa' las gatas que pichaban
Y ahora hasta me están llamando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A to' esos puercos
Que resuelven demandando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A los que están de cacería
Y por mi canto nebuleando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A los que les di la vida
Y se me fueron pa' otro bando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A los que me saludan
Y de espaldas me están tirando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A to' esos puercos
Que de afuera están choteando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

A to' aquel que le hice coros
Cuando estábamos cantando
(¡No te preocupes!)
(¡Que los cogemos bajando!)

Jajajaja!
Nesty!
La mente maestra!
Naldo!

(Pola'!)
(Este es Yomo, pa'!)
(El father, ¿oíste?)
(El tártaro!)
(El que los tiene temblando!)
(Tírense muchachos!)
(Que estamos ready!)
(Los rompediscotecas!)
(Gold Star Music!)
(Father, déjalos que se tiren!)
(El father!)
(¿No speak'e english?)
(Tu papa!)
(¿Oíste?)
(Ustedes son feca!)
(Mucho títere!)
(El de la torta!)
(Y la tortation!)
(No te preocupes que los cogemos bajando!)
(Yomo, déjales caer to' el peso!)
(Boster, déjalos que se tiren!)
(Estoy pasando el rolo!)

Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...
Voy subiendo y ellos van bajando...

I Catch Them Going Down

I am the thug
The one everyone is after
Many want me dead
Few are those who survive
If you want me dead
Come here, look for my body
You only have one chance
To get to my funeral
I am the thug
The one everyone is after
Many want me dead
Few are those who survive
If you want me dead
Come here, look for my body
You only have one chance
To get to my funeral

I'm going up and they're going down...
I'm going up and they're going down...

You are all cowards
Don't threaten me
(We are hunting!)

This is mine, mine
Like glaciers, I am cold
Man, be careful horse
Don't get into trouble
Little chick, find another
Dude, let's go on a threesome
Tell your man, baby, not to get jealous
'Cause the club wreckers are very hated
For me this is easy peasy, I laugh at the chase
Tamed horse, avoid the cold...
They come in with a picket and don't leave the hood
(You hear, man?) (Hahaha!) (You see!)
You've been warned, you come out with 70
Or with a split melon

I'm going up and they're going down...
I'm going up and they're going down...

You are all cowards
Don't threaten me
(We are hunting!)

For those who snore
And they're just ghosting
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

For the girls who were playing hard to get
And now they're even calling me
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To all those pigs
Who resolve by suing
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To those who are hunting
And for my singing are daydreaming
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To those to whom I gave life
And they went to another side
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To those who greet me
And behind my back they're shooting at me
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To all those pigs
Who are mocking from the outside
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To all those to whom I did choruses
When we were singing
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

You are all cowards...
Don't threaten me...
We're hunting...

Horse, without a grimace
I walk with the blockheads
Cowardly slut and your life gets screwed
So much talk about me gives me a headache
Cleca, I'm gonna put you with the coward-killer
Whatever it costs I'm gonna take you out for a walk in Lacoste
Daddy, don't show off, or I'll have you for lunch and your buddy for dessert
I erase their faces and give them 70 in the skull
Don't bring out the monster
Or I'll hit you with the pole

I'm going up and they're going down...
I'm going up and they're going down...

You are all cowards
Don't threaten me
(We are hunting!)

They woke up Pola'
To make them granola
Beware of the wave that I throw the yola
I break girls, open ranks and break waves
With the 70 combo plus the Carola combo
Daddy with heart, fly away now
My crew devours you at any time
We are the cause of when singers cry
We are the family that makes your illness worse
My gums dry up, my teeth clench
It means that now I'm gonna give it to you hot
Feel it, the new lieutenant has arrived
(Father!) (Let's set all these people on fire!)

You are all cowards
Don't threaten me
(We are hunting!)

For those who snore
And they're just ghosting
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

For the girls who were playing hard to get
And now they're even calling me
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To all those pigs
Who resolve by suing
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To those who are hunting
And for my singing are daydreaming
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To those to whom I gave life
And they went to another side
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To those who greet me
And behind my back they're shooting at me
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To all those pigs
Who are mocking from the outside
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

To all those to whom I did choruses
When we were singing
(Don't worry!)
(We catch them going down!)

Hahahaha!
Nesty!
The mastermind!
Naldo!

(Pola'!)
(This is Yomo, pa'!)
(The father, you hear?)
(The tartar!)
(The one who has them trembling!)
(Shoot guys!)
(We are ready!)
(The club wreckers!)
(Gold Star Music!)
(Father, let them shoot!)
(The father!)
(Don't speak english?)
(Your daddy!)
(You hear?)
(You are cowards!)
(A lot of puppets!)
(The one with the cake!)
(And the tortation!)
(Don't worry we catch them going down!)
(Yomo, drop all the weight on them!)
(Boster, let them shoot!)
(I'm passing the blunt!)

I'm going up and they're going down...
I'm going up and they're going down...