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Description
A rough and affectionate confession that whispers and shouts at the same time: an explosive flow of street boasting, seasoned with everyday carelessness and melancholy nostalgia for those who can no longer be returned. The sound is like a conversation at the entrance, where Spanish words, the name of Diomedes and scraps of a football dream slip between praises and anecdotes; the rhythm drags you forward, and the meaning jokes, but sometimes the truth suddenly cuts to the quick.
The figurative palette - from “katanas” and “pulmon” to the “scarlet” arrogant trophy of victories: everything that makes street chatter alive is mixed here - pride, excitement, gibberish of passions and the warm cruelty of everyday life. Boasting turns into recognition to those who remain in memory; sexuality is presented with irony, where praise and self-irony are held in one hand, and in the other - the habit of not putting up protection, as a symbol of risk and challenge.
The feeling is close, like a note in a notebook, written between tasks: fun, a little rude, slightly painful and strangely tenderly truthful. This is a soundtrack for those who like to listen not only to the rhythm, but also to the language of the street - with its contradictory pride, small exploits and an undisguised desire to be heard.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeh
Tienes que sacarle la arena antes de ir
Porque hoy vamos a tirar la hijueputa volqueta al río, mami
Hágale, pues
Estoy comiendo catana desde que tenía 15 (uy)
No soy futbolista por culpa de un puto esguince
De pulmón, porque por marihuanero no quise
En el trío es lo que yo diga, amor, no me desautorice
Si la otra quiere chupar, déjela, no mariquee y sígala
¿La tiene al frente? Escúpala, si no la curva, cójala
Para que vaya y cuente lo que en el remate hicimos
¿Creyó que solo eran temas? No, mi amor, se lo dijimos
Escuchando Sir Speedy, si no Polaco y Lito
Le echo un verbo de kilo pa ver si suelta el chiquito
Le estoy pidiendo un DiDi, vístase rapidito
¿Cómo no se me iba a bajar con ese aliento a Dorito?
Si tienes miedo, no compre un perro, mejor cómprese dos
Ahora libras de exóticas, antes no había pa nadie arroz (ah, no)
Más manillas que el Pibe en la mano de Maradios (por favor)
Revivan a Diomedes, no alcancé a decirle adiós (ay)
Si me escribe y es un gurre, suerte, la ignoro
¿La misma cuca una semana? La chimba, me enzorro
Así me patrocine Durex, jamás me pongo un forro
¿Y pa qué picos, maricona? Pa eso me compro un loro
Si me escribe y es un gurre, suerte, la ignoro
¿La misma cuca una semana? La chimba, me enzorro
Así me patrocine Durex, jamás me pongo un forro
¿Y pa qué picos, maricona? Pa eso me compro un loro
Ja, ja, ja
Nunca soñé con ser cantante
¿Qué querías ser?
Futbolista, siempre quise ser futbolista
Pero no se me dio, ja
Me gustaba ir a jugar y calentaba primero
Pero los pulmones antes de los partidos
Pues el que lo entendió lo entendió
Chimba que me picho queda dando lora en reality (ja, ja)
No se olvidan de mi chimbo y mucho menos cómo yo les di
Fantasean con mis poses y lo rico que les metí
Les cuentan a sus amiga' y llaman pidiendo pipí (ja, ja)
A ninguna puta yo he tratao nunca con mañita (ay, ome)
Me encantan como usted, mi amor, culona y chiquitica (¿Sí? Ah, bueno)
Que el novio es un bacán, le regalé la ropita (ja, ja)
Pa después quitarle to eso y llenarla de lechita
La princesa suya siempre será la perra mía (mía)
Le meto el niño a estudiar de noche y día (ja, Ave María, mi amor)
Me traga tanta leche que le digo Alquería
Qué rico, malparida
Dime cajonero, sí, dime gusanero, yo
Ustedes no son pana', no, y nunca lo fueron, yeah (jamás)
Yo siempre como bien, puta verificada
Mas si es la chimba suya, se la mando detonada (escuche, pues)
Ay, qué pena, ay, qué pena, me disculpa
Solo culito rico y nada de cara brusca
Esa mamada suya se ganó mi premio Puskás
Cabecea como Zidane, dale, pa que te luzcas
Heme endrogao y ando borracho
Yo me las picho rico sin nada'e Mero Macho
Yo me pongo forro, hay mucha enfermedad, muchacho
Pero si está muy buena, me encomiendo a san Pacho (en el nombre del padre, del hijo)
Ah, no, en el nombre del padre, del hijo, del espíritu santo, amén
Ay, yo como me le voy a ir a pelo a esa mugrosa, ome, no mentiras
Entre, amor, esperemos a que no suceda nada
Siempre Blessd, hecho en Medellín (ja, ja)
Ey, Geezy, dígalo, pues, gonorrea
Money Makers (Money Makers)
Monja
Ey, abajo lo están esperando unos negros
¿Cómo es la vuelta?
Don't got mercy on these niggas
Ja, ja, ja
Ey, Monja, don't got mercy on these niggas
English translation
yeh
You have to remove the sand before you go
Because today we're going to throw the son of a bitch dump truck into the river, mommy.
So do it
I've been eating katana since I was 15 (oops)
I'm not a footballer because of a fucking sprain
Lung, because I didn't want to be a marijuana user
In the trio it's what I say, love, don't disavow me
If the other wants to suck, let her, don't fag and follow her
Do you have it in front? Spit it out, if not curve it, catch it
So that I can go and tell what we did at the auction
Did you think they were just themes? No, my love, we told you
Listening to Sir Speedy, if not Polaco and Lito
I give him a kilo verb to see if he lets go of the little one
I'm asking you for a DiDi, get dressed quickly
How could I not lose Dorito with that breath?
If you are afraid, don't buy one dog, better buy two
Now you have pounds of exotics, before there was no rice for anyone (ah, no)
More handles than Pibe in Maradios' hand (please)
Revive Diomedes, I didn't manage to say goodbye (alas)
If he writes to me and he's a jerk, good luck, I ignore him
The same cuca for a week? The chimba, I get enzoro
Even if Durex sponsored me, I never wear a lining
And why the hell, faggot? That's why I bought a parrot
If he writes to me and he's a jerk, good luck, I ignore him
The same cuca for a week? The chimba, I get enzoro
Even if Durex sponsored me, I never wear a lining
And why the hell, faggot? That's why I bought a parrot
Ha ha ha
I never dreamed of being a singer
What did you want to be?
Soccer player, I always wanted to be a soccer player
But it wasn't given to me, ha
I liked to go play and I warmed up first
But the lungs before the games
Well, he who understood it understood it
Chimba that picho me is crazy on reality (ha, ha)
They don't forget my chimbo and much less how I gave them
They fantasize about my poses and how delicious I put them in
They tell their friends and call asking to pee (ha ha)
I have never treated any whore with care (oh, ome)
I love them like you, my love, big ass and petite (Yes? Ah, well)
The boyfriend is a cool guy, I gave him the clothes (ha ha)
Then remove all that and fill it with milk
Your princess will always be my bitch (mine)
I make the child study night and day (ha, Hail Mary, my love)
He swallows so much milk that I call him Alquería
How delicious, badass
Call me a drawer, yes, call me a worm, me
You are not friends, no, and you never were, yeah (never)
I always eat well, verified whore
But if it's your chimba, I'll send it detonated (listen, then)
Oh, what a shame, oh, what a shame, excuse me.
Only a rich ass and no abrupt face
That blowjob of his won my Puskás award
Head like Zidane, come on, so you can shine
I'm on drugs and I'm drunk
I get the best without anything'e Mero Macho
I wear lining, there is a lot of illness, boy
But if it is very good, I entrust myself to Saint Pacho (in the name of the father, of the son)
Ah no, in the name of the father, of the son, of the holy spirit, amen
Oh, how am I going to get away with that filthy thing, ome, no lies
Come in, love, let's wait until nothing happens
Always Blessd, made in Medellín (ha ha)
Hey, Geezy, say it, well, gonorrhea
Money Makers
Nun
Hey, some black people are waiting for him downstairs
What is the return like?
Don't get mercy on these niggas
Ha ha ha
Hey, Monja, don't get mercy on these niggas