Mal Encachado Y Buchón - Larry Hernandez

Y alas plebes nomas

Trae un carro nuevo

Andan de tras de uno las

Hijas de su chingada madre

Y nomas anda en bicicleta y ni lo pelan

Hay le va pa' todas las interesadas

Con un porte diferente

Abusado siempre al mil

Evitando si hay peligro

Desconfiado así nací

Fui trampero por mi infancia

La vida me trato así

Aveces tortillas con sal

Hubo días que ni comí

Antes contaba bórrala

Ahora puros cabezón

Antes de trampa en los bahíles

Hoy me tocan en mis reuniones

Hasta me cantan corridos

Las grandes agrupaciones

Antes tenia que ser cola

Hoy por la cocina entra el hombre

Moneda mata carita

Eso es muy cierto señores

Con buena moneda

A de ser, así me dicen mis amores

Mal encachado y buchón

Antes de ahí no me bajaba

Ahora controla en el rancho

Ya no usa ropa usada

Hoy se desviven por el

Porque el viejón si arremanga

Échele parejito

Y es la pura neta plebes

A como es el nido es el árbol

Si te rascas hay comezón

Si estornudas puede ser gripa

Viene junto con la tos

Antes me hacían muchos paros

Ahora soy el que los doy

Hay y me deben un chingo

Ahora me ise sinverwenza

Ahora soy todo un don juan

Las plebitas se desviven

Cuando ellas me ven llegar

Las que me decían tacuache

Dicen papi ven paca

Mal encachado y buchón

De antes de ahí no me bajaban

Ahora controla en el rancho

Ya no usa ropa usada

Hoy se desviven por el

Porque el viejon si arremanga

Eso pariente

Bahílela, bahílela

And the plebes just

Bring a new car

They go after one

Daughters of his fucking mother

And he just rides a bicycle and they don't even peel him

There is going for all the interested

with a different bearing

always abused to the thousand

Avoiding if there is danger

Distrustful that's how I was born

I was a trapper for my childhood

Life treated me like this

Sometimes tortillas with salt

There were days that I didn't even eat

Before I counted delete it

now pure heads

Before the trap in the bays

Today they touch me in my meetings

They even sing to me corridos

The big groups

Before it had to be queue

Today the man enters the kitchen

Coin kills face

That is very true gentlemen

with good money

To be, that's what my loves tell me

Badly pitched and bushy

Before then I didn't get off

Now control at the ranch

He no longer wears used clothes

Today they go out of their way for him

Because the old man does roll up his sleeves

give him even

And she is the pure net plebes

As is the nest is the tree

If you scratch there is itching

If you sneeze it could be the flu

It comes along with the cough

Before they made me a lot of stoppages

Now I'm the one who gives them

There is and they owe me a lot

Now I know sinverwenza

Now I'm all a Don Juan

The plebitas go out of their way

When they see me arrive

The ones who called me tacuache

They say daddy come paca

Badly pitched and bushy

From before there they didn't let me down

Now control at the ranch

He no longer wears used clothes

Today they go out of their way for him

Because the old man does roll up his sleeves

that relative

Dance it, dance it