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The weekend has arrived, the plebes are running around, in their X-5 trocona, the morritas controlling, with their squads bundled up, and with a private escort, and their noses well powdered, they are heading towards the New Altata. The band is already waiting for them, pineapple is the washed, and cartons of Buchannas, the girls accelerate, listening to their corridos, and taking a sigh, they are not afraid of danger, they mount shot at their weapons...
On ATV , they roll terrain...
With R-15, also with a horn...
Average, this is the government...
I don't boast, the power I have...
But my vice is spending money...
We are going to El Tambori, we already have the yacht, my clique is already on the lookout, it also brings its good armor. Put on shiny shirts, and hats with diamonds, and the horns that are not missing, to act instantly...
You can already see the dust, of the motorcycles in the sand, also burning tires, and noses with their bibs , with the llelera full, that lasts until dawn, the band plays corridos, happy and protected...
On a quad bike, they roll around...
With R-15, also with a horn...
Average, this is the government...
I don't brag about the power I have...
But my vice is spending money...