Текст и перевод песни Mike Southside feat. Coqeéin Montana - Picheo

Picheo

Eh
Quemando vainilla′ con la sala llena
Dejando esas malas en otra botella
Ando sin cuidado, sin doblar mi lengua
Con los ojos bajos y una diva espera

Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa′ ensuciarme
Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa' pichearme
Que no voa′ pichearme, que no voa′ ensuciarme
Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa′ llegarme

Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa′ pichearme
Que no voa' ensuciarme, que no voa′ ensuciarme
Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa' pichearme
Que no voa′ pichearme, que no voa′ llegarme

¿Que no me picheo? Me empilcho, me pimpeo
Tu capricho no lo tengo, hace tiempo no reniego
Miro abajo para verlo', ya estoy demasiado lejos
Desde los qunce en el juego, hustling hard en el recreo

Leyenda del trapicheo, mamá, ey
No en la música, en el ghetto, mamá, eh
Solo confío en los míos na′ má', eh
K.M.D tu favorito, mamá, yeh

Agotado de tumbar el club
Con Southside cansados del tour
Hoy, otra vez, casi veo la luz
Tanto estar flex jodió mi salud

Y el sistema cristal azul
Rest in peace a mi yo del hood
Ya murió esa parte de mí
Hace tiempo que me fui del hood

La botella, la pastilla, la cuchara, la bombilla
La resina, la rejilla, ya me están jugando en contra
Tengo contenta a mi diva, se enoja cuando me mira
Con una sonrisa encima, está loca por mi contra′

Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa′ ensuciarme
Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa' pichearme
Que no voa′ pichearme, que no voa′ ensuciarme
Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa′ llegarme

Estoy mezclando soda y algo de remedio
Decime que me amás pero no lo hagas serio
Para eso tengo Alplax, mientras muelo Rohypnol
Quieren joder con el rey cuando no está en el reino

Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa′ llegarme
Y quién va mojarte cuando te drogaste
Qué voy a tirarle, si corre de gangster
Tú puta my G, ese culo te queda grande

Que no voa' llegarme, yeh, eh
Estoy con mi equipo llenando otro party, yeh, yeh
′Toy bendecido de por vida, mamá, yeh

Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa' ensuciarme
Que no voa′ llegarme, que no voa′ pichearme
Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa′ ensuciarme
Que no voa' llegarme, que no voa′ llegarme

Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa′ pichearme
Que no voa' ensuciarme, que no voa' ensuciarme
Que no voa′ llegarme, que no voa′ pichearme
Que no voa' pichearme, que no voa′ llegarme

Quemando vainilla' con la sala llena
Dejando esas malas en otra botella
Ando sin cuidado, sin doblar mi lengua
Con los ojos bajos y una diva espera

Quemando vainilla′ con la sala llena
Dejando esas malas en otra botella
Ando sin cuidado, sin doblar mi lengua
Con los ojos bajos y una diva espera

Picheo

Eh
Burning vanilla with the room packed
Leaving those bad vibes in another bottle
Walking around carefree, without mincing words
With my eyes low and a diva waiting

That you won't pitch me, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't pitch me, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't reach me

That you won't pitch me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't mess me up, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't pitch me, that you won't reach me

That I don't pitch? I stack my paper, I pimp myself
I don't have your whim, I haven't given up for a long time
I look down to see it, I'm already too far
Since fifteen in the game, hustling hard in the playground

Legend of the hustle, mama, hey
Not in music, in the ghetto, mama, eh
I only trust my own, that's it, eh
K.M.D your favorite, mama, yeah

Exhausted from tearing up the club
With Southside tired from the tour
Today, once again, I almost see the light
So much flexing messed up my health

And the blue crystal system
Rest in peace to my hood self
That part of me is already dead
I left the hood a long time ago

The bottle, the pill, the spoon, the bulb
The resin, the grid, they're already playing against me
I have my diva happy, she gets mad when she looks at me
With a smile on top, she's crazy about my counterpart

That you won't pitch me, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't pitch me, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't reach me

I'm mixing soda and some medicine
Tell me you love me but don't be serious
For that I have Alplax, while I grind Rohypnol
They want to mess with the king when he's not in the kingdom

That you won't reach me, that you won't reach me
And who's gonna wet you when you're high
What am I gonna throw at him, if he runs from a gangster
You slut, my G, that ass is too big for you

That you won't reach me, yeah, eh
I'm with my team filling another party, yeah, yeah
I'm blessed for life, mama, yeah

That you won't pitch me, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't pitch me, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't reach me

That you won't pitch me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't mess me up, that you won't mess me up
That you won't reach me, that you won't pitch me
That you won't pitch me, that you won't reach me

Burning vanilla with the room packed
Leaving those bad vibes in another bottle
Walking around carefree, without mincing words
With my eyes low and a diva waiting

Burning vanilla with the room packed
Leaving those bad vibes in another bottle
Walking around carefree, without mincing words
With my eyes low and a diva waiting