Boca Ajena
Boca ajena es mala fama
Y se pintan solos
Sacan lo corriente
Por no hablar de frente
Dicen entre dientes
Si carga billetes
Es gente de fulanito, al chamaquito
Lo anda rondando la muerte
La rueda gira pa' todos
Y el Sol sale siempre
Me trepé a la telaraña
Se decía por la montaña
Que era parte de la maña
Que porque a los veinte
No se tiene tanta feria en otra cosa
Apenas siendo el presidente
Verdad
Que así se forman los mitotes
Aunque no lo noten
Vengo desde cero
Los que no creyeron
Hoy se arriman más
Pa' hablar
Nomás para eso salen bravos
Que uno anda enredado
Que por qué tan morro
Ando entre los lobos
Y me enseñe aullar
Aunque fui la oveja negra de la casa
Orgullosa está mamá
Que como de costumbre
Pura lume compa' negue
Arriba la mesa y la montañita, viejo
La verdad que los problemas
No son de mi agrado
Pa' cuando se ocupe
La tres ocho escupe
La Ramona ruge
Andando entre brechas
Diez diez, te quedaste para siempre
Al tiro siendo mi mano derecha
Verdad
Que así se forman los mitotes
Aunque no lo noten
Vengo desde cero
Los que no creyeron
Hoy se arriman más
Pa' hablar
Nomás para eso salen bravos
Que uno anda enredado
Que por qué tan morro
Ando entre los lobos
Y me enseñe aullar
Aunque fui la oveja negra de la casa
Orgullosa está mamá
Foreign Mouth
Foreign mouth is bad reputation
And they paint themselves
They bring out the ordinary
For not speaking directly
They say under their breath
If they carry bills
It's people from so-and-so, to the kid
Death is lurking around
The wheel turns for everyone
And the sun always rises
I climbed the spider web
It was said through the mountain
That it was part of the trick
That because at twenty
There's not much money in anything else
Just becoming the president
True
That's how rumors start
Even if they don't notice
I came from scratch
Those who didn't believe
Now come closer
To talk
Just for that they get tough
That one is tangled up
Why so bold
I walk among the wolves
And they teach me to howl
Even though I was the black sheep of the house
Mom is proud
As usual
Just pure nonsense, buddy
Raise the table and the little mountain, old man
The truth is that problems
Are not to my liking
When needed
The three-eight spits
The Ramona roars
Walking through trails
Ten-ten, you stayed forever
Right away being my right hand
True
That's how rumors start
Even if they don't notice
I came from scratch
Those who didn't believe
Now come closer
To talk
Just for that they get tough
That one is tangled up
Why so bold
I walk among the wolves
And they teach me to howl
Even though I was the black sheep of the house
Mom is proud