Cholo 2 (English Translation) Lyrics – 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]
From Pljevlja in Montenegro, to Skorpios in Greece,
They call me “Phillip Monseño” – bank accounts in Sweden.
Tech Nike suits, a Vacheron Constantin watch,
Dinners with Asians, Scream caps from Barbas.
I’m Batman after dark, fully in night mode,
Diamonds in my rings, stolen straight from Saturn.
Two, three women in the Porsche, guns blazing, burning raw,
Partying ’til dawn in Las Vegas with Leslie Chow.
Tutankhamun gave me a bag I snorted with Anubis,
Started seeing monsters, like Shaggy with Scooby.
I smoked with Death himself, like the guy from Scary Movie,
I come back in all colors, like a Rubik’s Cube.
They never find my house, it’s secret, lost like Atlantis.
Money makes the dog dance, and makes the women drop their panties.
He’s arriving from Italy, Roberto Cavalli’s in charge,
The real bosses? We sent them packing in the Sally.
A laser on your forehead, you’ll look like a Hindu.
I don’t need to touch you, not even with voodoo.
Throwing stacks of cash to Hollywood starlets, like they’re stars,
With M and humble tequila, these are our 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 is now in my pocket.
I move under the radar, leave ’em high and dry, 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 might mess with you, but I don’t trust lions.
I’m in my own world, but cross my people, they’ll light up your face like a cigarette.
And don’t mess with my clique – it’ll cost you dearly.
UTI, they’ll never hear the shot before the ambulance, wow.
Every time I step out, I’m perfumed and I’m armed.
I walk with style wherever I am, 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, all zeroes.
A few wild ones, I cover their faces in the photos.
If the cops ask, my answer is always: “Who?”
I’m with my Boris, a couple of forties, a couple of shorties.
I got 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, we’re balling like Chris Paul.
Never an L, always a W, WestCOL session.
Now it’s all New Balance, I gave away all my Air Force Ones.
Fu*k with me? That’s a mistake, they’ll leave you red, Clifford.
[Outro: Victor Mendivil]
That’s all.
