I was 20 and I started as a kid
Working hard, struggling at it
Sending product to the gringos up north
And I started to multiply it
Serious, wealthy people, I started to connect with
And now they can't knock me down
Kicked back in a brand-new truck to patrol
And there you see them, they want to copy me
Dear God, thanks for one more day of life
You're with me always, whatever happens
And here we stay real solid in the hustle
We've got the gringos doing bumps
I know that one day the day of my departure will come, but today
Today I don't think that'll happen
Even though we gamble with our lives I don't pray
That's how Ovi sounds, bro
And his buddy Nat, old-timers
Nothing but corridos tumbados, man
There's a lot of envy, but it doesn't scare me
They're just zeros on the left
They want to bring me down, that's not true
They don't dare, they ain't got b*lls
I really walk the crooked path, why talk to them any more?
I don't get it, I don't understand, I'd rather light one up
Dear God, thanks for one more day of life
You're with me always, whatever happens
And here we stay real solid in the hustle
We've got the gringos doing bumps
With death at my side and tattooed clear on my skin
Saint Jude on my chest, a charm that I carry
And that's how they sound
The corridos tumbados, dog