LA CACHORRA Lyrics (English Translation) – Óscar Maydon

Ey
It’s just that we never miss
And this one won’t be the exception either
You’ll see for yourself
Ey, listen

[Chorus]
Sh-She turns into a wild one when she smokes mar!juana
She’s studying to be a doctor, says she’s a Christian daughter
She plays deaf, little shawty knows I’m deep in the game
Says, “I don’t have a boyfriend,” but I don’t buy what she claims
Why should I care you’ve got your man? That’s not my concern

Just don’t make it so obvious, say there’s still one percent
You love it when blue five hundreds come raining from the sky
Pretty girl, the way you move stays on my mind all night

[Verse 1]
Parties way out in Bamoa (Ey)
Things get real heated, they call her “La Sinaloa”
Eyes looking half closed, but I ain’t Gamboa
If your little friends spot me, they’ll all be losing their composure
And Adán Zapata’s “La Mente en Blanco” starts to bang
A whole damn fortune sitting safely in the bank
Alegres del Barranco plays at every party that I throw
If those fleas cling to your skin, I’ll burn them till they go
Play me corridos, spin that “Puño de Tierra”
I’d rather die rolling with my Sierrona through the sierra
I’m rougher and crazier than damn Ferras
Last weekend I had the love of your life crawling after me like a stray

[Verse 2]
I called a chick who called another chick
No picture means no frame, don’t argue with that, that’s it
The ones who stayed beside me ride the road with me today
I don’t even check the prices, only if I like the taste (Ey)
Cowards wanna see me doing good, just never at their height
Looks like they keep forgetting life goes spinning like a ride

My batteries stay fully charged, tough as Duracell
Y’all can go to hell, let it ring straight to voicemail

[Interlude]
(The call will be charged after the following tones)
And long live Rico o Muerto, ba*tards
Ey, ey

[Chorus]
Sh-She turns into a wild one when she smokes mar!juana
She’s studying to be a doctor, says she’s a Christian daughter (Tra, tra, tra)
She plays deaf, little shawty knows I’m deep in the game
Says, “I don’t have a boyfriend,” but I don’t buy what she claims
Why should I care you’ve got your man? That’s not my concern
Just don’t make it so obvious, say there’s still one percent
You love it when blue five hundreds come raining from the sky
Pretty girl, the way you move stays on my mind all night

[Outro]
Parties way out in Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba—
Things get real heated, they call her “La Sinaloa-a-a-a”
But I ain’t, ain’t, I-I ain’t
And your boy Oscar Maydon
Tell these motherfu*kers, Joelito
Prr
Nothing but Rico o Muerto, ey