Rap Del 8
En una vecindad pequeña, pero lo grande era la humildad
Donde la sociedad, la suciedad, pasaba la felicidad
Vivía un pequeño niño humilde, con su gorro y con sus pecas
Provocaba los desordenes que siempre traían quejas
No comía nunca nada, ni siquiera una taza de cocho
Era este pobre niño que le decían el chavo del 8
Jugaba en la pileta que parecía pozo, él no era mentiroso (marrana flaca)
Tenía 4 amigos misteriosos (son 5), quico era el tramposo
Los demás, popis, ñoño, godines, y chilindrina
Una pequeña pecosa con dos moños, se creía una súper niña
Quico! El niño cachetón con su traje de marinerito
Cada vez que el chavo le pegaba, a su madre le mandaba un grito
Aparecía su madre Doña Florinda y se encontraba con Don ramón
No le pedía explicaciones, tremendo golpazón
(Chusma, chusma
)
Cada renta que siempre cobraba el señor barriga
Don ramón se enteraba y jugaba a las escondidas
Cuántos años han pasado, no pagó ni siquiera un mes
Es que Don ramón por trabajar no tiene interés
El profesor Jirafales con su ramo de flores
La bruja del 71 que asustaba a los menores
Porque tan solo ver un barril nos acordamos del chavo
Serán recuerdos de nuestra infancia que nunca serán olvidados
(Toma, pipi pipi
)
Rap of 8
In a small neighborhood, but what stood out was the humility
Where society, the dirt, overshadowed happiness
Lived a little humble kid, with his cap and his freckles
Causing the chaos that always brought complaints
He never ate anything, not even a cup of soup
It was this poor kid they called the kid from 8
He played in the pool that looked like a well, he wasn't a liar (skinny pig)
He had 4 mysterious friends (there are 5), Quico was the cheater
The others, Popis, Ñoño, Godines, and Chilindrina
A little freckled girl with two pigtails, thought she was a super girl
Quico! The chubby kid in his sailor suit
Every time the kid hit him, he'd scream to his mom
His mom Doña Florinda would show up and run into Don Ramón
She didn't ask for explanations, what a huge hit
(Trash, trash...)
Every rent that Mr. Belly always collected
Don Ramón found out and played hide and seek
How many years have passed, he didn't pay even a month
It's just that Don Ramón has no interest in working
Professor Jirafales with his bouquet of flowers
The witch from 71 who scared the little ones
Because just seeing a barrel reminds us of the kid
They'll be memories of our childhood that will never be forgotten
(Here you go, pee pee pee...)