I went to pick up a little twig to burn
I wanted to forge in a zig zag, but down
from the seat of the cameraman a blunt was finding me
and while I was getting it, the notes were getting
I'm going to make a song, I told the boys
A normal day, some friends at home to play
I'm going to smoke is not this potato, the beginning of a
unexpected way, all the time was spent talking
what ironies of life, look where we are standing
I am from where you sat, to talk about the boys
I really like the rounds to grab
a backpack, maybe I'm in culiacan, as soon as
We were arriving, they were already waiting for me
I turned on another blunt, it was already coming down
I already got on, from where
I'm you will not lower me
If they talk about me, envy gives them
well marked my way so I bring it
it's not conscience, everything happens to us because of something
The strings of my guitar, they continued accompanying me
take off the king and I arrive, with all and their boys
There is no fear, how it comes, how it comes to how it goes
I already told them I'll continue the same
That is not humble because in exchange for a car
that is not humble because it brings expensive shoes
that's what mediocre people think, who wanted to try
our discs, the lesson, how work is done
Three two one, the envious gift of
I love the people and the people like us
come and ask in tijuana, as the boys talk
from below it started and here they are still watching
Only among all we can make this a better place :)