And I've hit it big again, I'm rolling up my sleeves
And God is watching over me
Don't ask what I'm carrying in my glass
The style I carry looks like a thug
I've noticed from excesses
But I'm always ready for work
The bandona's playing and bring me washed
Live music, guitars are playing
Those who hang out with me already know what's up
Man, bring the Coronas, bring the girls
They know I'm the biggest and no one lines up
I don't say much, they weigh my words
And I'm rolling around, they see me partying
Boobs dancing and I'm having a great time
Keeping a low profile, I'm not hallucinating
They see me saddled up, but all good
Puro 413, up Guanajuato
The adrenaline hits me and without even thinking about it
The engine hums, and I'm very relaxed
With confidence, I carry my foot heavy
From L.A. To Toronto, fine, the picture is set up well
Here we are, and in Guanajuato
There is the neighborhood we remember
If I party hard, dawn will fall on us
With a rooster and walking my guama
Chinese and very happy with the comrades
Strawberries in the club, they pop champagne
Just by the way I walk, they think we're from Caña
I'm wearing a sash, the one who accompanies me
They saw me buzzing and hanging my backpack
Like a thug and I carry my rosary
With bales, they're pure of a hundred