Mas Vale Cholo - Molotov

Paseaba en la troca con quemacococos,

parqueamos la guagua y le tocamos al loco

que siempre jala con sus compadres,

se jala temprano para hechar desmadre.

salio de su casa.

saco de lana, zapato blanco y pantalon de pana.

asi yo me visto si se me da la gana.

mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama.

Nos fuimos temprano hacia el reventon

y nos encontramos a mi hermano … Ramon

que me invitaba de su cerveza,

mientras me comentaba Que buena esta la fiesta!

Ah conocimos a unas muchachas,

que no estaban buenas ni tampoco estaban gachas

y las mandamos a hacer la fila

para que nos sirvieran vario tequila.

The party was plenty full of narcos

was plenty full of grass shit

tan plenty full of guarros.

Todos en coches blindados,

totototodos tomados

y todos bien armados.

Loco bebio hasta perder el control,

se puso a rapear como el pendejo de Calo

y nos gritarn malditos pochos,

nos discriminaron por venir en bochos.

Le dije men ya estas muy pasado,

mas vale cholo que mal acompaado.

Coro:

No se pelien men, no se pelien,

para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men.(X2)

La arrabalira estaba hasta el recuveque

queria pagarle a la mafia con un cheque,

nos presumian de sus ropitas,

mientras que el loco les bajaba a su chiquita.

Rolando, harinazos me dijo algun idiota

que se referia a mi amigo el tota,

el loco le dijo: Hey ten cuidado con Edmundo

you better Keep your mouth shut

o mato a todo el mundo.

Se armaron los plomazos y los trancazos,

pow pow que buenos catorrazos

y les gritaba a todos: pecho tierra,

mientras les comentaba: que buena esta la guerra.

Tito me dijo ese gero mariquete,

me estaba amenazando con su 3.57.

Un enano bigoton, hijo de la chingada,

me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada.

Llego el momento de hacer la retirada, aaaaaaaaaaa, esa puerta esta cerrada.

Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal

y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar le dije «men, ya estas muy pasado»

y el me dijo no problemo, este vocho esta tocado.

Coro:

No se balien men, no se balien,

para poder baliarse hay que saber con quien men.

No se balien men, no se balien, para poder baliarse hay que saber con quien.(X3)

Mas vale cholo que mal acompaado

I was riding in the truck with a sunroof,

we park the bus and play the crazy man

who always pulls with his compadres,

he pulls up early to make a mess.

I left his house for him.

woolen jacket, white shoe and corduroy pants.

so I dress if I feel like it.

Better not get involved where nobody calls you.

We left early for the blowout

and we met my brother… Ramon

who invited me to his beer,

while he told me how good the party is!

Oh we met some girls,

that were neither good nor porridge

and we send them to line up

to serve us various tequila.

The party was plenty full of narcos

was plenty full of grass shit

so plenty full of nasties.

All in armored cars,

totototodos taken

and all well armed.

Crazy drank until he lost control

he started rapping like Calo's asshole

and they will yell at us damn pochos,

they discriminated against us for coming in bochos.

I told him, man, you are already very old,

better cholo than badly accompanied.

Chorus:

Don't fight men, don't fight,

To be able to fight, you have to know who you are with. (X2)

The arrabalira was up to the recuveque

I wanted to pay the mafia with a check,

they bragged about their little clothes of hers,

while the madman lowered his little girl from him.

Rolando, flourazos some idiot told me

that he was referring to my friend el tota,

the madman told him: Hey be careful with Edmundo

you better Keep your mouth shut

or kill everyone.

The plumbing and the trancazos were armed,

pow pow what a good catorrazos

and he shouted to everyone: earth chest,

while he commented to them: how good is the war.

Tito told me that gero mariquete,

he was threatening me with his 3.57.

A mustachioed dwarf, son of a bitch,

he was threatening to throw his grenade at me.

It's time to retreat, aaaaaaaaaaa, that door is closed.

We had to escape through the front door

and I told my driver to let me drive, I told him "men, you're too far gone now"

and he told me no problem, this guy is touched.

Chorus:

Don't be balien men, don't be balien,

To be able to dance, you have to know who you're dating.

Don't be balien men, don't be balien, to be able to bail you have to know who.(X3)

Better cholo than bad company