Fiesta y Playa Lyrics (English Translation) – Cartel de Santa

Read the full Fiesta y Playa (English Translation) lyrics by Cartel de Santa from the album Vol. 8 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cartel De Santa’s music, you can also explore Sacalo and La Pasta, two other songs by Cartel De Santa.

[Verse 1: Babo]
What’s meant to happen, happens, and the soup spills before it reaches your lips
Got the wildest crew on the beach in the world, everything sailing smooth as it gets
Some are looking for white lines, others chasing the powder
Others hunting the product, but in the end they’re all after the same thing
We came here to have a good time, and if that’s not your mission
Then get the hell outta here, better leave and get gone, I’m keeping it moving
Out here it’s Sunday to Sunday, I’m telling you, the party never dies
I’ve been with more girls out here than all the ones I was with back in Argentina
From Santa Catarina, speakers blasting loud
What’s coming next, nobody can figure out
Even if it’s my routine, racing through this damn sewer somehow
And they keep hyping themselves up
One of them don’t even write his rhymes
Nothing but nonsense and fairy tales
Wet as water, just empty lines
From Playita del Crimen they scream for it loud
Belinda keeps asking me how big I am now
Why she keep asking me how big I am now?
Belinda keeps asking me how big I am now
Then come and find out, then come and find out

[Chorus: Babo]
Party and beach, s*x, mar!juana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia
S*x and beach, party, mar!juana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia

[Verse 2: Ernesto Quintana]
Crime Beach always knows how to party
The hustle, the streets, the whole damn army
You can find anything if you’re looking for madness
The kilos of coco don’t come from palm trees
They come by the water or roll down the highway
They leave in a hurry, the girls like it that way
Out here the pirates are posted on corners
Stacking up money and filling their wallets

On this side it’s always 4:20
Light one up and let your mind drift freely
A bump on the rocks just to catch the feeling
The craziest beach, and it’s always burning hot and steamy
Some fools wanna step to the crew
That’s why I carry the Beretta
Tourists walk the streets buying pills
Without a prescription, whatever
Lots of pretty young girls
Out in the streets living reckless
They’re all fired up tonight
They love the powder, the smoke, and the ketamine sessions

[Chorus: Babo]
Party and beach, s*x, mar!juana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia
S*x and beach, party, mar!juana
In the Riviera Maya, Mexican mafia