Since plebe charge a vice
the cars are my addiction
it became a trade
for each situation
in a sports car
walk along the boardwalk
eight point zero noise
the revolution sounds ...
I get the adrenaline
as soon as I step on the pedal
to more than one hundred and forty
I go all over the city
and around there going around
very often they will see me
that I am very obsessed
with the trucks of my apa ...
A garage where they fit
two Mercedes and one Jaguar
they are pure fun
pa the plebes of Culiacán
pa throw the role a while
in the streets of Mazatlan
it's a matter of a chain
in the mentioned WhatsApp ...
(Music)
From very small cars
even in the calar diesel
they left me by inheritance
and I can not change them
to give a turn
just a little bit you have to hit
the Cherokee is well placed
for the mud to roll up ...
What an irony of life
what happened to me
each car has history
how can I forget it
the feats that I have lived
a shot made me compare
the most beautiful women
why do you know how to love ...
And from the one that chose the bocho
I came to fall in love
it's simple and it does not matter
those luxuries the truth
surprised with his kisses
his way of thinking
I'm more than decided
I have to stay with her ...
And he did not prefer the money
much less the Jaguar ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)