Текст и перевод песни Riccie Oriach - Prima Tecata

Prima Tecata

Que yo tengo una prima tecata
Un hermano ladrón y un primo maricón

Yo tengo un perro viralata y un culebrón que come ratón
A las 10 mi prima tecata encaramada en una mata se fuma un blunt

Yo tranquilo paseando mi vira lata por el callejón

El guachimán y su radio que nada mas pone bachata
En su mecedora que le falta una pata, recostada del zafacón
La vecina chivata le vocea desde el balcón, que vaya a jugarle una quiniela
Pa ella el barrio es una novela y cuidao si le niegas un favor

Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Wohm wiri wohm wiri

Que yo tengo una prima tecata
Un hermano ladrón y un primo maricón
Que yo tengo un perro viralata y un culebrón que come ratón
A las 10 mi prima tecata encaramada en una mata se fuma un blunt
Yo tranquilo paseando mi viralata por el callejón

Mi primo maricón tiene un novio bugarron que lo pasa a buscar al salón
Lo monta en su motor y lo chapea con un par de birra en el malecón
Y en lo que el hacha va y viene, el tiempo no se detiene así que
Haz lo que mas te conviene que eso está en tus genes tu eres una creación de Dios

Prima tecata tenia la razon, aqui toditos somos viralatas por culpa e colon
Y por eso ya no miro peso, raza ni condición, cierro los ojos y veo con el corazón

Veo que tengo una prima tecata, un perro viralata que se para en dos patas

El guachiman va a comprar su fracatan deja el radio amarrado emanando bachata
La hija e la vecina fuerte a coro canta, una de anthony santos o monchy y alexandra
Mi prima con su amiga caminan de esquina a esquina a lo Don Quijote y Sancho Panza

Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Wohm wiri wohm wiri

Tecata, Tecata Mi prima

Prima Tecata

I have a prima who is a crackhead
A brother who is a thief and a cousin who is gay

I have a dog that is a mutt and a snake that eats mice
At 10, my crackhead prima climbs up a tree to smoke a blunt

I calmly walk my mutt down the alley

The security guard and his radio that only plays bachata
In her rocking chair that is missing a leg, leaning against the dumpster
The nosy neighbor yells at her from the balcony, to go play her a lottery ticket
For her, the neighborhood is a soap opera and she will watch out if you deny her a favor

Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Wohm wiri wohm wiri

I have a prima who is a crackhead
A brother who is a thief and a cousin who is gay
I have a dog that is a mutt and a snake that eats mice
At 10, my crackhead prima climbs a tree to smoke a blunt
I calmly walk my mutt down the alley

My gay cousin has a faggot boyfriend who picks him up in the salon
Rides him on his motorcycle and shows him off with a couple of beers on the boardwalk
And as the ax swings back and forth, time does not stop, so
Do what works for you, it's in your genes, you are a creation of God

Crackhead cousin was right, here we are all mutts because of colonization
And that's why I no longer look at weight, race or condition, I close my eyes and see with my heart

I see that I have a crackhead cousin, a mutt dog that stands on two legs

The security guard goes to buy his fracatan, leaves the radio tied up playing bachata
The neighbor's daughter sings along loudly, one by anthony santos or monchy and alexandra
My cousin and her friend walk from corner to corner like Don Quixote and Sancho Panza

Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Bapuchiri wohm wiri
Wohm wiri wohm wiri

Crackhead, Crackhead My Cousin