More songs by Chino Pacas
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Description
Main Artist: Chino Pacas
Main Artist: Neton Vega
Producer: Turo Pacas
Producer: Miguel Armenta
Composer Lyricist: Cristian Humberto Avila Vega
Composer Lyricist: Jose Alejandro Arroyo Morales
Composer Lyricist: Neton Vega
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey.
Flotando con flota y una parca que se asoma.
Un gallo que no canta, me lo chingo, no lo esconda. La gorra la traigo chueca y la mirada tonta.
Escucho murmuros, aparentes de la chota.
Se ven monos con capucha, un cinto, serán sombras. Pa' este lado no hay cuidado, eso ya no es broma.
Las gorras oscuras pa' salir siempre en la bola. Me ven pila si no hay pa' ellos y jalo a la sorda.
Yo sin marcas causo suspiros si por ahí me ven.
La morrita quiere un rato conmigo a solas, mi jesa tal vez. Ocupado en varios lados, ya ni sé.
Desmorena, pintado de negro el pellejo de aquel.
Pasa el tiempo, gastar verdes en fórmulas nuevas, se acabó el papel.
Cómo me llega la paca, así se fue.
Jálese, compa Turro. Jálese, mi compa Neto.
Y que truenen las pacas, compa Chino.
Ey, ey, ey. Ea.
Enemigo de las reglas, yo siempre le subo.
No me gustan, si me alcanzan, me brinco los muros. Solo hay una cosa que aunque me quite es seguro.
Placa en la callega, por eso no me apresuro. La moneda al aire, la que elige mi futuro.
Me he jalado de ese morro y ando en lo oscuro. Claro, vivo rápido, son horas en segundos.
Pa' que no se espanten si al panteón yo me les mudo.
Es mi suerte como una ruleta al azar, ¿qué hay que hacer?
Los carnales con la lata dejando la marca si hay nueva pared.
No se agüitan ni conocen lo que es.
No contemplo las malas rachas, eso que ni qué.
Me las quiten verguizas solito y sin prisa saben quién es quién.
Ahí nomás pa' que vayan a saber.
Y que sigan llegando las pacas a la verga.
Ahí nomás pa' que vayan a saber.
English translation
Hey.
Floating with fleet and a grim reaper that appears.
A rooster that doesn't crow, I'll fuck it, don't hide it. I have a crooked cap and a stupid look.
I hear murmurs, apparently from the chota.
You see monkeys with hoods, a belt, they will be shadows. There is no care on this side, that is no longer a joke.
The dark caps to always go out in the ball. They see me in trouble if there is no one for them and I pull the deaf girl.
I without marks cause sighs if they see me there.
The little girl wants some time alone with me, maybe my wife. Busy in various places, I don't even know.
The man's skin becomes dark, painted black.
Time passes, spending money on new formulas, paper runs out.
How the bale arrives, that's how it went.
Fuck off, friend Turro. Come on, my friend Neto.
And let the bales thunder, friend Chino.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Enemy of the rules, I always raise him.
I don't like them, if they reach me, I jump over walls. There is only one thing that even if it takes me away it is certain.
Plate in the street, that's why I don't rush. The coin toss, the one that chooses my future.
I have pulled on that nose and I am walking in the dark. Of course, I live fast, it's hours in seconds.
So that they won't be scared if I move them to the pantheon.
It's my luck like a random roulette wheel, what should I do?
The carnal ones with the can leaving the mark if there is a new wall.
They don't worry or know what it is.
I don't contemplate bad streaks, that's not what.
They take them away from me alone and without rushing they know who is who.
Just there so they'll know.
And let the bales continue to arrive at the yard.
Just there so they'll know.