I turned on my truck hot, uncovering a red can
I turned everything up to the stereo, I wanted to go deaf
I like to listen to altered and very crazy corridos
This is how I was born and this is how I am a crazy Mexican
When I left to use it I don't deny it was wet
Stepping on cotton and grapes I worked very tired
But I don't like that, that time is over
The government doesn't scare me and I have returned to my land
I really like to ride red lights
The patrol cars chase me but I step on them to the bottom
I know my lands well between my streets I hide
And If I go out it's to step on him but he can't even see the dust
Those who look at me spending say what a beautiful life
But the business I bring is filled with adrenaline
You have to have them well put, you know what you throw at it
The gringos already have me short for being unruly on their list
The trocona that I bring is always full of old women
No more listening to corridos, they speed up and get stuck
The night flies by, they don't even remember school
And although that doesn't bother us anymore, we continue the drunkenness
I've already started my truck again because I've already brought my stuff
I'm going to the other side to make the business bigger
With bills in the bag I'm going to return very soon
All I know is that they nickname me a crazy Mexican
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