Текст и перевод песни Joaquin Medina - Bota Bota

Bota Bota

Muevo la mota, cargo una flota
Bota bota y no es pelota
Tu cabezota es la que explota
Con las rolas que ahora entonan
Los de legado, ya se jalaron
La de El Chinito empezaron
Traen pura lumbre, es la costumbre
Las llantitas ya quemaron
Prende el gallito, saca el humito
Me gusta andar bien tranquilito
Se cree muy fiera, no sea manguera
Buena chinga la que te espera
Buena cabeza y mucha destreza
Y el verde mi mente desestreza
Caigo pa'l barrio y miro un contrario
Se prendió ya el vecindario
Ahí le va compa Adán
Puros corridos tumbados, carnal, ¡auh!
Solo que lo dudes compa, Joaquín
Yo estoy en Rancho Humilde viejo, gi
Marcas muy finas, así es mi vida
Me echa uno ojo la vecina
La codeina traigo servida
Desde los 15 en la movida
De suela roja la que se porta
Traigo merca pegajosa
Vaya que explotan esas tachotas
Que me vendió el de la esquina
Yo me retiro, ya me despido
En un camaro amarillo
Se escucha el Nata, truenan matracas
Por si se meten conmigo
Cobrando pendientes, haciendo billetes
Con diamantes hasta en los dientes
Caigo pa'l barrio, miro un contrario
Se prendió ya el vecindario
Yea'
Corridos tumbados, perro

Bota Bota

I move the stuff, I load a fleet
Drop it, drop it, it's not a ball
Your big head is the one that explodes
With the songs that are now being sung
The legacy ones have already left
The one from El Chinito started
They bring pure fire, it's the custom
The little tires have already burned
Light the rooster, blow out the smoke
I like to be very calm
She thinks she's very fierce, don't be a fire hose
Good fucking what awaits you
Good head and lots of skill
And the green unstresses my mind
I fall to the neighborhood and see an opponent
The neighborhood is already lit
There goes my friend Adán
Pure country songs, buddy, how!
Just in case you doubt it, buddy, Joaquín
I'm at Rancho Humilde, man, gi
Very fine brands, that's my life
The neighbor gives me an evil eye
The codeine I have it served
Since I was 15 in the hustle
Red-soled shoes are the ones I wear
I bring sticky stuff
Wow, those puppets explode
That the guy on the corner sold me
I'm leaving, I'm saying goodbye
In a yellow Camaro
You can hear Nata, the matracas are thundering
In case they mess with me
Collecting debts, making bills
With diamonds even in my teeth
I fall to the neighborhood, see an opponent
The neighborhood is already lit
Yea'
Country songs, dog