Más 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 echar desmadre

Salió de su casa, saco de lana

Zapato blanco y pantalón de pana

Así yo me visto si se me da la gana

Mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama

Nos fuimos temprano hacía el reventón

Y nos encontramos a mi hermano Ramón

Que me invitaba de su cerveza

Mientras me comentaba «¡Que buena está 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

To-to-to-todos tomados

Y todos bien armados

Loco bebió hasta perder el control

Se puso a rapear como el pendejo de Caló

Y nos gritaron «malditos pochos,»

Nos discriminaron por venir en bochos

Le dije «man, ya estás muy pasado»

Más vale cholo que mal acompañado

No se peleen man, no se peleen

Para poder pelearse hay que saber con quién man

No se peleen man, no se peleen

Para poder pelearse hay que saber con quién man

La Arrabalera estaba hasta el recubeque

Quería pagarle a la mafia con un cheque

Nos presumían de sus ropitas

Mientras que El Loco les bajaba a su chiquita

Rolando harinazos me dijo algun idiota

Que se refería 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 «qué buena está la guerra»

Tito me dijo ese güero mariquete

Me estaba amenazando con su 3.57

Un enano bigotón, hijo de la chingada

Me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada

Llego el momento de hacer la retirada, aaaaaaaaaaah

Esa puerta está cerrada

Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal

Y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar

Le dije «man, ya estás muy pasado» y él me dijo «no problemo, este bocho está

tocado.»

No se baleen man, no se baleen

Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man

No se baleen man, no se baleen

Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man

No se baleen man, no se baleen

Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man

No se baleen man, no se baleen

Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man

No se baleen man, no se baleen

Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man

No se baleen man, no se baleen

Para poder balearse hay que saber con quién man

Más vale cholo que mal acompañado

I was riding in the truck with sunroof

We park the bus and we touch the Loco

That always pulls with his compadres

It is pulled early to make a mess

He left his house, sack of wool

White shoe and corduroy pants

That's how 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 Ramón

That he invited me for his beer

While he commented to me «How good the party is!»

Oh we met some girls

That they were neither good nor porridge

And we send them to line up

To be served various tequila

The party was plenty full of narcos

Was plenty full of grass shit

so plenty full of dirty

All in armored cars

To-to-to-all taken

And all well armed

Crazy drank until he lost control

He started rapping like Caló's asshole

And they yelled at us "damn pochos,"

They discriminated against us for coming in bochos

I told him "man, you're already too far gone"

Cholo is better than bad company

Don't fight man, don't fight

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

Don't fight man, don't fight

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

The Arrabalera was up to the recubeque

He wanted to pay the mob with a check

They bragged about their little clothes

While El Loco lowered his little girl

Rolando flourazos some idiot told me

That he was referring to my friend El Tota

El Loco told him «Hey be careful with Edmundo

You better keep your mouth shut

Or kill the whole world»

The plumbing and the trancazos were armed

Pow pow what a good smack

And he yelled at everyone "earth chest"

While he told them "how good the war is"

Tito told me that güero mariquete

He was threatening me with his 3.57

A dwarf with a mustache, son of a bitch

He was threatening to throw his grenade at me

It's time to withdraw, aaaaaaaaaaah

that door is closed

We had to escape through the front door

And I told my driver to let me drive

I told him "man, you're already too far gone" and he told me "no problem, this bocho is

touched."

Don't be shot man, don't be shot

To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with

Don't be shot man, don't be shot

To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with

Don't be shot man, don't be shot

To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with

Don't be shot man, don't be shot

To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with

Don't be shot man, don't be shot

To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with

Don't be shot man, don't be shot

To be able to get shot, you have to know who you are with

Cholo is better than bad company