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