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Description
A night party in your pocket - as if someone turned on the ‘anything goes’ lamp and scattered thrilling beats and playful phrases around the room: here you'll find pretentious, self-assured outfits, laughter at your own boasting, and a constant call to ‘move, don't be shy.’ The music seems to whisper: it's time to take the seriousness off your shoulders and start dancing, even if yesterday's promises seem strange in the light of morning.
Irony slips between the lines - a little rough, but warm, like a neighbour who winks and pushes you onto the dance floor. All this hooligan choreography with ‘five grams of pathos’ and ‘false boasting’ turns into a cocktail of simple human pleasure: bodies move, laughter fills the hall, and there is no morality - only rhythm and fleeting intimacy.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Levantando los perre, patrullando siempre, el ambiente me prende.
Los lunes y jueves con droga y mujeres, el culo me mueve, conmigo se viene.
A-A-Aquí viene Blaka-bla. Si te bota, sácála.
Ando con mis hommies fumando y -tomando, bailando una caca-ca.
-Quiero puras nenas, ja, que lo muevan rico, ja. Les traje este tema pa' que azote el abanico, prr.
Quiero puras nenas que lo muevan rico. La bailan en Colombia, México, en Chile y Puerto Rico.
Pegadito, tu novio no se entera, está durmiendo bizcochito.
Mientras yo en el party -desmazado y sabrosito.
-Vacila esa nena, sandunguea despacito, que ya viene el explote pa' que tire su pasito.
Azúúútate.
De colore con el triángulo.
Chingón.
Chingón.
Le metemos bien cabrón, somos puros pinches piratón.
Nos metemos en tu cantón para que empiece el pinche chillón.
Todas las morras me piden fiesta hasta que nos jodan, hasta -que amanezca.
-Le metemos bien chingón-gón-gón, en modo avión. Ella quiere guarachita, no le pongas reguetón-tón-tón.
En el party son-son-son. Si ese culo es mi trofeo, mami, yo soy el campeón.
Pa-Pa-Papi, dame fuerte que le voy a meter chingón.
Shh, está durmiendo bizcochito.
Papi, qué rico.
Uy, ella quiere guarachita, pero también reguetón-tón-tón-tón. Ese culo es un bombón.
Y uy, me sube la falda, me pone la mesa, me pongo coqueta.
Y uy, anda retro y eso, me ata, me besa y me lleva a su pieza. Y uy, muévelo, muévelo, muévelo. Muévelo, muévelo, muévelo.
Muévelo, muévelo, muévelo. Uy, muévelo, papi.
Modo chingón, este es el remix más cabrón.
Sonando en el callejón, en la cuenta un billón. Modo chingón, pa' la nena el chacalón.
En la nave el cuarentón, correazo Louis Vuitton-tón-tón-tón.
Y la nena que quiera bailar conmigo se va a escapar. Tequila vamo' a tomar y la vamo' a azotar.
We love you, Berrio, baby.
English translation
Raising the dogs, always patrolling, the atmosphere turns me on.
On Mondays and Thursdays with drugs and women, my ass moves me, it comes with me.
A-A-Here comes Blaka-bla. If she dumps you, take her out.
I walk with my homies smoking and drinking, dancing a caca-ca.
-I want pure girls, ha, that move it well, ha. I brought you this topic so that you can whip the fan, prr.
I want pure girls who move it well. They dance it in Colombia, Mexico, Chile and Puerto Rico.
Pegadito, your boyfriend doesn't realize, he's sleeping soundly.
While I'm at the party - messy and tasty.
-That girl hesitates, she plays slowly, the explosion is coming so she can take her little step.
Azúúútate.
Color with the triangle.
Chingón.
Chingón.
We put a lot of effort into it, you bastard, we're pure fucking pirates.
We get into your corner so the fucking screamer can begin.
All the girls ask me to party until they screw us, until dawn.
-We put it really chingón-gón-gón, in airplane mode. She wants guarachita, don't play reggaeton-ton-ton.
At the party son-son-son. If that ass is my trophy, mommy, I'm the champion.
Pa-Pa-Papi, give it to me hard, I'm going to mess it up.
Shh, he's sleeping soundly.
Daddy, how delicious.
Oops, she wants guarachita, but also reggaeton-ton-ton-ton. That ass is a hottie.
And oops, he lifts my skirt, sets the table for me, I get flirty.
And oh, he's retro and that, he ties me up, kisses me and takes me to his room. And oops, move it, move it, move it. Move it, move it, move it.
Move it, move it, move it. Oops, move it, daddy.
Cool mode, this is the most bastard remix.
Ringing in the alley, in the account a billion. Chingón mode, for the baby the chacalón.
On the ship the forty-year-old, Louis Vuitton thump-thon-thon.
And the girl who wants to dance with me is going to run away. We're going to drink tequila and we're going to hit it.
We love you, Berrio, baby.