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
_____
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