LYRICS GAME

With a very flamboyant bearing and old-school style

And on his wrist a diamond Rolex shines

Tires burning and sirens blaring

And through the little window the smoke drifts out

Big corridos blare, engines roar

And the backup that he carries is from the big bosses

With a little cigarette he gets comfortable

And always ready to handle his missions

And if we're talking business, we're several partners

Over in L.A. they see them in luxury cars

Junior to one side, 10-7 on the radios

And in Rosarito they've already got them spotted

Wherever that they show up they greet with hand signs

And they respect him 'cause he has good schooling

What it is that his mom and his grandma have instilled in him

We roll hard and it'll stay that way even if it hurts them

We keep scoring little goals on them

Thanks to God we're doing fine and a little lit

If they need help I jump in

And the little blues leave the same way they come

Your buddy Óscar Maydon

Buddy Nata

And only corridos tumbados, old ones, yeah

Lots already know about my life and envy overflows

But I don't get scared, God is the one that protects me

I watch the turf, I don't have brakes anymore

Because they know that here we're the good guys

The güeros rain on us, calm demeanor

You know that we aren't afraid of you

Since I was a little kid I went out to chase it

We turned out good at rolling in this hustle

I ride it in the crossfire and with a dab I lift off

I'm very discreet in the job that I cruise

Solid with the ones I roll with while cruising L.A

And through the little window the smoke drifts out

Big corridos blare, engines roar

And the backup that he carries is from the big bosses

With a little cigarette he gets comfortable

And always ready to handle the missions

We keep scoring little goals on them

Thanks to God we're doing fine and a little lit

If they need help I jump in

And the little blues leave the same way they come