Текст и перевод песни Homie ! - San Andreas

San Andreas

Personalmente
Soy mas de un carro antiguo que de un lamborghini
Pero no quiero ninguno si al lado mi
Mami no está de copiloto cuando lo maneje...
De compañía cuando esto despegue

Wanna be, San Andreas
Todos quieren la plata
Y ojitos chiquititos gata
Aquí es el queso bailando al ratón
Peguadito como en salsa

Pola, plata y bailadera
Esto no es "uga guata" ni ojitos chiquititos gata
Aquí es el queso bailando al ratón
Pega′ito como en salsa

Los cuatro vasos en el rin de mi bicicleta
Pola y pantaloneta, la fiesta bien aleta
Del otro lado de la piscina la vi coqueta
Quiere que yo le meta
Quiere que lo de
La fiesta no se apaga y 'ta llena la nevera
Ella no quiere nada sino tiene etiqueta
Ella dice que es cara pero yo no lo creo, solo quiere perro y no copeo
Solo quiere perreo y no copeo
Solo quiere perreo y no copeo
Solo quiere perreo y no copeo
Solo quiere perreo del feo

Pola, plata y bailadera
Esto no es "uga guata" ni ojitos chiquititos gata
Aquí es el queso bailando al ratón
Pega′ito como en salsa

Para algunos la vida es perra
Pero para mi más perra la que no no la vivió con gozadera
Que no he vivido lo suficiente
Ve' y dame un rato pa' que caliente

Soy mas de un carro antiguo que de un lamborghini
Pero no quiero ninguno si al lado mi
Mami no está de copiloto cuando lo maneje...
De compañía cuando esto despegue

Y wanna be, San Andreas
Todos quieren la plata
Y ojitos chiquititos gata
Aquí es el queso bailando al ratón
Pega′ito como en salsa

Pola, plata y bailadera
Esto no es "uga guata" ni ojitos chiquititos gata
Aquí es el queso bailando al ratón
Pega′ito como en salsa

San Andreas

I'd rather have an old-fashioned car than a Lamborghini
But I don't want either if you're not
Riding shotgun
When I finally get behind the wheel...
When we're finally taking off

Wanna be, San Andreas
They're all after the money
And narrow-eyed pussycats
Here, it's the mouse dancing to the tune of the cheese
Stuck together like peas in a pod

Beer, money, and dancing
This isn't "she-bangs" or bird-like eyes, pussycat
Here, it's the mouse dancing to the tune of the cheese
Stuck together like peas in a pod

Four glasses on the rim of my bike
Beer and spandex, having a right old bash
I saw you across the pool, you were looking mighty fine
You want me to dive right in
You want me to give it to you
The party's still going strong, the fridge is fully stocked
She doesn't want anything that doesn't come with a fancy tag
She says she's expensive, but I can't believe it
All she wants is me to watch her shake her money-maker
All she wants is me to watch her shake her money-maker
All she wants is me to watch her shake her money-maker
All she wants is me to watch her shake that butt

Beer, money, and dancing
This isn't "she-bangs" or bird-like eyes, pussycat
Here, it's the mouse dancing to the tune of the cheese
Stuck together like peas in a pod

For some of us, life's a bitch
But for me, she's a bigger bitch if she doesn't give me a life of bliss
They say I haven't lived enough
Just give me a minute to show you what you're missing

I'd rather have an old-fashioned car than a Lamborghini
But I don't want either if you're not
Riding shotgun
When we're finally taking off

And wanna be, San Andreas
They're all after the money
And narrow-eyed pussycats
Here, it's the mouse dancing to the tune of the cheese
Stuck together like peas in a pod

Beer, money, and dancing
This isn't "she-bangs" or bird-like eyes, pussycat
Here, it's the mouse dancing to the tune of the cheese
Stuck together like peas in a pod