For my fried mojarra, shrimp
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
I don't want to earn millions
I don't want to stay in New York
I explain to you that I want, folks
Many colors, laughs in minors
More peace, babe, the Earth is VIP, wow!
With Systema enjoying on the beach
For my fried mojarra, shrimp
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
And this got lit with the flovinova
It has no border, sweeps like a broom
Swimming in the breeze like Cojinoa
Electric beat, El Systema in the zone
I go out to look for my fried mojarra, shrimp
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
In the sea life is tastier
I head out in my canoe skirting the coast
That's it, I'm going over there to fish
With my canoe along the whole coast
I go out to look for my fried mojarra, shrimp
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
Chipi chipi and my pot of rice
Don't wanna pay attention to strangers
Pay attention because the year is ending
Clean and broke at year's end
I push myself at work but I save energy
More to erase the lies
Not even a faulty lightning bolt finds me, oh yeah
Only the beach brings you, you know, swagger
Gaita, buddy, brings you, you know, beach and brings you
Gaita, buddy, brings you, you know, beach and brings you
Gaita, buddy, brings you, you know, beach and brings you