Cholo 2 Lyrics (English Translation) – Victor Mendivil, Eladio Carrión

[Intro: Victor Mendivil]
He says
So you can see, you bunch of d!cks
Bea-Bea-BeatBoy, how did you do it?

[Verse 1: Victor Mendivil]
Through Pljevlja in Montenegro, or Skorpios in Greece
They call me “Phillip Monseño”, bank accounts in Sweden
Tech Nike suits, Vacheron Constantin
Dinners with Asians, Scream caps from Barbas
I’m Batman at night, I’m in night mode
Diamonds in rings, I stole them from Saturn

With guns, two, three b!tches in the Porsche burning raw
Partying until dawn in Las Vegas with Leslie Chow
Tutankhamun gave me a bag that I snorted with Anubis
I started seeing monsters like Shaggy with Scooby
I smoked it with death like the guy from Scary Movie
I come back in all colors, like Rubik’s Cubes
They never find my house, it’s secret like Atlantis
With money, the dog dances and the b!tches drop their panties
He’s arriving from Italy and Roberto Cavalli is in charge
The ones with the faces of bosses, he definitely sent us in the Sally
A laser on your forehead, you’ll look Hindu
I don’t need to touch you, not even with voodoo dolls
Throwing stacks of cash to hookers in Hollywood, like stars
With M and tequila from the humble, these are the bottles

[Chorus: Victor Mendivil]
And what’s so much?
A lot is little to me, and little is always more than enough
Time is wise
And it’s worth more than gold, and we’re already rolling in gold

[Verse 2: Eladio Carrión]
This is double H, from Humacao to Hermosillo
I hit the streets, your advance in my pocket
Underneath the water, I dry them up, and they get pissed off

How did we do it? Brick by brick
I’ve been the same since I became a millionaire
Yeah, I fu*k with you, but I don’t trust lions
In my own world, but if you mess with my people, they’ll light it up in your face like a fu*king cigarette
And don’t mess with my clique, it’ll cost you dearly
UTI, they’ll never hear the gunshot from the ambulance, wow
And every time I go out, I’m perfumed and armed
I walk with style wherever I am, I’m valid everywhere, cool everywhere
I’m with my buddies, a couple of forties, a couple of shorties
With stacks of cash on top, laughing, they’re bills, they’re 0 bills
A few crazy people, I cover their faces in photos
If the cops ask us, I always answer: “Who?”

I’m with my Boris, a couple of forties, a couple of shorties
I have haters, but they’re ghosts, they’re invisible
The Dracos from Romania, the car from Germany
The girl is Japanese, I deposit in yen
Tell me, Victor, balling like Chris Paul
Never L, always W, WestCOL session
Now it’s all New Balance, I gave away all my Air Force Ones
Fu*k with me, mistake, they’ll leave you red, Clifford

[Outro Victor Mendivil]
That’s all