Like every Friday, the race is present, above, below, everywhere, creating chaos, how
My compadre, who doesn't have time
To get excited whenever I walk
Humor or I have a beer
To cheer up and thus get upset, a
Little taste, bitter, the drink
You have to forget all the fucking times.
With a little chaos
And everyone well armed, waking up the
Neighbor and the entire neighborhood, until
Seeing that it's dawn and there's no more cheve
Until you stop hearing the machete humming
We walk, armed
We are what we are, although we don't
You understand, some Mexicans who
Control the machete, look how
Go up What's more, this fucking party is for
All La Raza staff, continue
Uniting neighborhoods, we come armed
Looking everywhere, whenever
We want, we will do one side
To any bottle that tries to
Get by like some homies
I swim in my mind, the machete hums
The madman comes out, look how he goes up
More, hard up that it is not going to go down
We walk, armed
We walk armed, with the microphone
All this fucking noise
The machete controlling the entire
Stage, with the gun in hand
And the organized chaos
Arm yourself all, as much as you can
Do it your way, with what you
Whatever you want
We walk, armed with the horn of
Goat, to see who dares to
Pay for the fucking noise, the chaos
Organized is not just a moment, es
Paô all night, you play the radio
If you like, turn up the volume
Hold yourself a beer, let's see who
He goes up, the first shot is to the
Air to brighten the party the second
It is for the one who interferes
For them to stop me, no
It's going to be simple, this is just starting, if not it was worth a cricket
If you're not going to join, no way
Get in, step aside, there you are
The machete is going
We are armed
We are armed, with the microphone
All this fucking noise
The machete controlling the entire scene
Stage, with the gun in hand
And the organized chaos
Arm yourself all, as much as you can
Do it your way, with what you want

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