Текст и перевод песни The Beatnuts feat. Method Man - Se Acabo

Se Acabo

Callate la boca y bajate los panties
My ten minute ride sastis y fumanti
Beatnuts y proyect uno, una loquera
Bajatelos chula, que lo que tu espera
JuJu te lo pega, de todas las maneras
Despues nos vamos shopping, vaciamos la chequera
A mi si no me importa, te compro lo que quieras
Te saco toda la noche, y te dejo con ojeras

Ya llego el muchachon, tigaraso, ladron
Bucano, marinero oye esta cancion (se acabo)
Pasame el tabaco y ron, como no si asi
Se comienza loqueria, no juegues con tu vida
Juega loteria, tu ano ya pasado,
Esta vuelta es mia, para platino, con animo
It's a Beatnuts thing yo you know how that goes

Quien entro, el super borracho tumbando
Todo estos raperos de cuadro
El pyscho y esta vez te lo traigo
Directo del barrio de queens, tocando heavy
En el radio, como un steam, estamos calientes
Como un trago de aguardiente
Este es un toast pa mi gente de santo domingo y COLOMBIA
Boricua esta es la bomba

No pares sigue, sigue pala playa en convertible
Sin relajo yo te dije
Montate, no te fijes
Hay fiesta, agarrate chula y aprieta
No te me peocupes, que juju te respeta
Doblate pa' lante y agarrate la teta
Mami coje gusto y quedate me quieta
No te pongas loca te doy con la chancleta
Tengo proteccion, adentro de la chaqueta
Se que tienes novio, ojala que no se meta
En caso de problemas ahi tengo la metra, metra metra metra
(Prrrraaaaaa prraaa prraaaaaa)

Se Acabo Dominicanos! mira quien llego
El negrito del swing nigga
Yea thats him nigga, Benz nigga
Rolex with tha gems nigga
No lo digo por decirlo porque todo es mio
In a nutshell perros cuerros un 38.0
Pa'los joloperos y fregos
Dame eso, money comes in ingles y spanish
Nigga I'm like a Jay-Z duet; two voices, one talent
Ya tu sabe who is I, Mr. Juan Dilema
Te caigo en sima, rompete la madre
Fly pa arriba, sube para las nubes so screw this
No soy boriqua so dont call me papa
Simply pure,
Puffing hierba, en la,
Presidential suite with two hevas
Tres botellas y seis condones
Beatnuts y Magic Juan we tha shit los gran majones

Manos arriabas, sigue la familia Magic Juan and the Muthafucking Beatnuts

It's Over

Shut the fuck up and put your panties down
My ten minute ride sastis and fumanti
Beatnuts and project one, a shrink
Take them down cool, what are you waiting for
JuJu sticks it to you, anyway
Then we go shopping, empty the checkbook
If I don't mind, I'll buy you whatever you want.
I take you out all night, and leave you with dark circles

Here comes the boy, tigaraso, thief
Bucano, sailor hey this song (it's over)
Pass me the tobacco and rum, how not if so
It's starting to get crazy, don't play with your life
Play the lottery, your year is over,
This lap is mine, for platinum, with encouragement
It's a Beatnuts thing yo you know how that goes

Who came in, the super drunk lying
All these picture rappers
The pyscho and this time I bring it to you
Straight from the neighborhood of Queens, playing heavy...
On the radio, like a steam, we're hot
Like a shot of schnapps
This is a toast for my people from Santo Domingo and COLOMBIA
Boricua this is the bomb

Don't stop keep going, keep going pala playa in convertible
Without relaxing I told you
Get on, don't look
There's a party, grab yourself cool and squeeze
Don't worry about me, juju respects you
Bend over and grab your boob
Mommy take gusto and stay still me
Don't get crazy I'll hit you with the flip-flop
I have protection, inside the jacket
I know you have a boyfriend, I hope he doesn't get involved
In case of problems there I have the metra, metra metra metra
(Whoops, whoops, whoops, whoops, whoops)

It's Over Dominicans! look who arrived
The black guy of swing nigga
Yea thats him nigga, Benz nigga
Rolex with tha gems black
I'm not saying it for saying it because everything is mine
In a nutshell perros cuerros un 38.0
Pa'los joloperos y fregos
Dame eso, money comes in ingles y spanish
Nigga I'm like a Jay-Z duet; two voices, one talent
Ya tu sabe who is I, Mr. Juan Dilema
Te caigo en sima, rompete la madre
Fly pa arriba, sube para las nubes so screw this
No soy boriqua so dont call me papa
Simply pure,
Puffing grass, in the,
Presidential suite with two hevas
Three bottles and six condoms
Beatnuts and Magic Juan we tha shit los gran majones

Manos arriabas, sigue la familia Magic Juan and the Muthafucking Beatnuts