I bolted from the cops and that's just to start
A guacamole cruising through the city
Lowered and short with the 6-0-2 area code
Little brother Chila, the kid doesn't quit
Nothing but seriousness and ready to blast
He packs long guns, .45s and more
No fear of action, he fires up
Straight or crooked, money is money, that's all
I spend it and earn it and it doesn't hurt to pitch in
If I bat I beat them, if I pitch I beat them more
And if you wonder who it is that I'm talking about, here it goes
Raulito, my buddy, started drinking with his bro
And for my old man that's in heaven, he gives me protection
And it doesn't weigh on me, fellas
Sonora, Chihuahua, LA, who cares?
Wherever the old man shows up he has real friends
A trio of queens used to win
My woman, my girl, and my mother must not be missing
Luck's at my side, extra blessing
It falls from heaven for me, there's betrayal too
And that's not the worst, but who cares?
Champion and a bracelet, sporty, the Rolex on
Corridos tumbados and a heavy convoy behind
They play my corrido and I feel like drinking
And the stutterer that's ready to blast
Everything real private, loads of pals
Wine or big Tecate, I bring a big band
There's the best for the turn-up