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Description
Producer: Jorge Jiménez Sánchez
Producer: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
Composer Lyricist: Jorge Jiménez Sánchez
Composer Lyricist: Pablo Gastelum
Composer Lyricist: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
Lyrics and translation
Original
Eeeh, ¡iu!
Eh, compa Pablo.
Bien jalado, viejo.
Eh, compañeros.
¡Uh!
Que siga la mata dando, desde abajo hasta el cielo llegamos.
Pensaron que el morro nunca iba a lograrlo. Le tengo a mi jefa al vergato con casa y con carro.
Ando bien derecho al vale, dándome frutos sin chingar a na-nadie.
Pa' que guache que no siempre yo fui tan malo. No me hacen la pinta, yo sé, pero no soy malandro.
Que ese guache caibaro. No hay pedo, todo lo que tengo es por ser buen muchacho.
Qué vato marihuano. Sáquenle la bata y préndase otro blunt.
Ando bien aguariado. De lujo las joyas, se sabe que estoy bien parado.
Me voy chingando un frasco. Recuerdo que antes nadie me hacía ni un paro. Eeeh, ¡iu!
Ay, güey.
Ni me hacía ni un paro. Ay, nah.
Nadie, pues, so chingada -madre. A la ver. Compan yars. -Echarnos un fumada viste, viejo.
Puro hit, -hit, compa Pablo. -Y nadie nos hacía un paro, compadre.
Afirma. Nadie.
Bien bonito se ve que ando. No hay pedo, hay peda hasta que amanezcamos.
Qué loco la vivo, qué loco la paso.
Ay, qué mamacita, qué chula, qué suerte, qué cartón.
Que perro sigo rifando, la paso chulo, pues sigo avanzando. Ya nada me impresiona, de todo he pasado.
Piedras, pacones, de verdes flaco, estoy chavalo. Que este guache caibaro.
No hay pedo, todo lo que tengo es por ser buen muchacho. Qué vato marihuano.
Sáquenle la bata y préndase otro blunt. Ando bien aguariado.
De lujo las joyas, se sabe que estoy bien parado. Me voy chingando un frasco.
Recuerdo que antes nadie me hacía ni un paro. Así nomás, compadre.
Me hacía ni un -paro. -Puro perrillo, viejo.
Ay, nah.
Empresa SM.
-Compadre. -No todo es como lo pintan, a la verga.
Compa UP.
Ahí nomás.
English translation
Eeeh, yo!
Hey, buddy Pablo.
Well done, old man.
Hey, mates.
Ooh!
Let the bush continue giving, from below to the sky we reach.
They thought the nose was never going to make it. I have my boss who has a big dick with a house and a car.
I'm going straight to the voucher, giving me fruits without screwing anyone-nobody.
It's great that I wasn't always so bad. They don't look like me, I know, but I'm not a bad guy.
That gouache caibaro. No problem, all I have is for being a good boy.
What a vato marijuana. Take off his robe and light another blunt.
I'm well watered down. Luxury jewelry, it is known that I am well off.
I'm going to fuck a bottle. I remember that before no one even stopped me. Eeeh, yo!
Oh, dude.
He didn't even make me stop. Oh, nah.
Nobody, then, is fucking mother. To see. Compan yars. -Let's have a smoke, man.
Pure hit, -hit, compa Pablo. -And nobody stopped us, compadre.
He affirms. Nobody.
It looks pretty nice that I'm walking. There is no fart, there is fart until we wake up.
What a crazy time I had, what a crazy time I had.
Oh, what a mamacita, how cool, how lucky, what a piece of cake.
What a dog I keep raffling, I have a great time, well I keep moving forward. Nothing impresses me anymore, I've been through everything.
Stones, pacons, skinny green, I'm young. That this caibaro gouache.
No problem, all I have is for being a good boy. What a vato marijuana.
Take off his robe and light another blunt. I'm well watered down.
Luxury jewelry, it is known that I am well off. I'm going to fuck a bottle.
I remember that before no one even stopped me. Just like that, buddy.
It didn't even make me stop. - Pure dog, old man.
Oh, nah.
SM Company.
-Buddy. -Not everything is as they paint it, damn it.
Compa UP.
Just there.