He is old and I bring him crossed
But the pleve brings me well in love
It's from the mafia and thinks I'm scared
But with my people you will come across bullets
If he has people, I also have mine
But in the end the little girl will be mine
Why I like it and what I want I get it
And I do not care what that old man thinks
When I bring him a serenade he has thundered me
He does not respect me and that I'm stuck
With a squadron and the others below me
And if there are problems here I bring my boys
Is that the light is so beautiful so beautiful
And the posters here left over
When there are problems with the plev I prepare
P that my father-in-law almost always walks saddled
I put a band on him or send him a gift
A cheyenne or any car of the year
I do not worry about it being the opposite poster
Why do not delay in arriving novena
I steal it I take it by my side
And without problems in a while we got married
Now I arrive with the band day and night
And he receives me he does not reproach me
I am from the mafia I have to be respected
And is that the mild wants to continue by my side
Well, they do not understand difference and levels
Now the old man greets me by the hand
Only among all we can make this a better place :)