The nickname is what is left over
What is worth are the eggs
Well, what now protects me
They feed my horn
What I earn is to spend it
I say more if it is not good
Humility and intelligence
With badness I sail it
I do not need shoes to earn respect.
To ride on the road
An altered Cherokee
I'm going paddy
I'm going to hit a wave
The northern band sounds
Do not miss the downloads
Joy and loquera
In my ranch, there is never a lack
And if they disrespect
A 40 is downloaded.
With the huaraches trosados
But in an armored trocon
Very attentive to your work
It does not seem to be heavy
But it weighs more than a troque
Of those who are loaded
Of caged pigeons
In the direction of the gabachos
After making the order
The gentleman comes out.
I never wanted to be so big
Nor very chiqito
But if I understand
Poverty is not my style
There are some derangements
But I never find out
The conflicts of the mafia
They hinder the way
Always hands to the work
Fate goes with me.
A very correct team
To avoid mistakes
Compa Walter
You save
How I am with the lords
With finesse and a lot of strength
The tractors moved
Now all in team
We share decisions
So this business flows
And the bales respond to us
With the huaraches trosados
But in an armored trocon
Very attentive to your work
It does not seem to be heavy
But it weighs more than a troque
Of those who are loaded
Of caged pigeons
In the direction of the gabachos
After making the order
The gentleman comes out.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)