LA CACHORRA Lyrics English Translation by Oscar Maydon
Ey
It’s just that we don’t fail
And this one won’t be the exception either
You’ll see
Ey, say
She gets horny if she smokes weed
She’s studying to be a doctor and supposedly she’s Christian
The girl plays deaf, she knows I’m in the game
She says: “I don’t have a boyfriend,” but she doesn’t fool me
And what do I care if you have a cat? Sorry on my end
Don’t make it so obvious and say you’ve got 1% left
You like it when blue hundreds rain on you
Girl, your moves are on my mind
Parties over in Bamoa (Ey)
She gets real hot, they call her “La Sinaloa”
Eyes all squinty, but I’m not Gamboa
If your girlfriends see me, they all get wet
And from Adán Zapata, “La Mente en Blanco” plays
A shitload of cash stashed in the bank
They play Alegres del Barranco at my parties
If the leeches stick to you, I’ll burn them off with fire
And let them play corridos, that “Puño de Tierra” one
I’d die flipped over with La Sierrona and in the hills
I’m more pirate and crazy than fucking Ferras
Last weekend I had the love of your life on a leash
I called one hoe who called another hoe
No picture, no frame, and don’t argue that with me
The ones who stayed behind, I’m bringing them on the road today
I don’t even look at prices, I just look if I like it (Ey)
Assholes, they want to see me doing well, but never on their level
Seems like they forget, life is a carousel
My batteries are fresh and mean, Duracell
Fuck all of them, your Telcel voicemail’s buzzing
(This call will be charged after the following tones)
And up top Rico o Muerto, bitches
Ey, ey
She gets horny if she smokes weed
She’s studying to be a doctor and supposedly she’s Christian (Tra, tra, tra)
The girl plays deaf, she knows I’m in the game
She says: “I don’t have a boyfriend,” but she doesn’t fool me
And what do I care if you have a cat? Sorry on my end
Don’t make it so obvious and say you’ve got 1% left
You like it when blue hundreds rain on you
Girl, your moves are on my mind
Parties over in Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba—
She gets real hot, they call her “La Sinaloa-a-a-a”
But I’m not, I’m, I’m not
And your buddy Oscar Maydon
Tell these assholes, Joelito
Prr
Pure Rico o Muerto, ey