He sports ink-striped skin
Over in Nashville, Tennessee he goes
People will always criticize him
Because of that thug look he has
The kid isn't a pushover, much less dumb
He knows how to defend himself and sticks his hands in the fire
His bro El Güerito is well known
His little bro, he knows, is the favorite
What's up, bros, good afternoon, how are you?
There's Javier, he'd make it happen, everyone goes
Evening comes and everyone shows up
Real chill, 'cause they already know what they bring
I spark a little joint to start
He goes all the way to Nashville, Tennessee
He doesn't give a f*ck what people tell him
He's respectful and the family's always on point
He's his dear father's right hand
In the business Chuy has always done the job right
With a few Dos Equis and a wax pen
We're gonna party, it's night and the next one
The demons clique is always here
Always ready to party and to hustle
Until the sun comes up, that's it