Satanás

Look at the dude, man
He was jumping the car on three wheels in the center, idiot
(Everybody know I flex, ooh)
Uh, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Three wheels, but right there in front, in the squid (seriously bro, for real, for real, idiot)
No, the dude had the cops going crazy (what? Damn, you'll know)
Yaoh, ah, you'll know, yaoh

Fleetwood 94, the dude was jumping it
Breaking all the asphalt, that thing jumps really high
They know I sing, people see me rolling
They say: 'there goes the Alemalandro', the cops are aware

I raise it, I lower it, my car bounces
Like your little ass, when I grab it
We do it doggy style even if it sounds bizarre
Inside the crew everything gets messed up, skrr

Switch, switch, switch, go up, go up, bitch, bitch
That ass is a pitch and it bewitches me, witch, please
An Impala, in gray, Montecarlo and Caprice
Reinforced chassis, they already know, homies

Entrepreneur, all Homegrown
Damn it, I throw the hood (the boss, I throw the hood)
With the pure H hand, I throw the hood
I throw the hood and let the enemies die
Their little asses burn daily, ay

Wuh
Hey, hey, hey
From San Lucas to San Diego, I always stick to the ground
Through Tijuana and Mexicali, if I go to Sonora the party starts
I drive slowly, avoid the weed, we roll laid back, it's not a rally
They're waiting for me in beanies over in Cali, I'm with the tigers, like Tali

How good your ass looks in those leather pants
In plush seats or velvet seats
My handkerchief matches your model body
I take your soul to heaven and that ass to the ground