LYRICS GAME

I want that when I die you all listen

This is my taste and my style

My Latin casket and me well dressed with my gold jewelry

In my right hand, an AK-47

And in the other, a kilo of powder

My good cowboy hat and ostrich boots

And my piteado belt

A good Alipus and a deer-hide vest

So that Saint Peter tells Saint John

There comes a heavyweight bull

It'll be my last trip

And I don't wanna do it in vain

I want that they bury me

With my Last Contraband

If God doesn't accept me like this

Well, let's see if the devil accepts me

I want only my friends at my wake

The ones that are in this business

Bringing platters and offering powder to everybody

That they play cards and fine roosters too

Like the real bulls do

I'm gonna leave at my funeral

All the expenses paid

What's more, let a band play, man

And a good conjunto when I'm already dying

So that the corrido is heard real loud

Of my Last Contraband

Adorn my whole grave

With resin and weed branches

And I want, if it were possible

That you bury me with my truck

Just so that they see that the earth

Didn't swallow just anything