El Hornazo

Chiky's, don't get freaky
Iron my dickies and let's go riki
Leave the hitter, in the car I have
The cricker, don't worry, that's how you met me

Drops for distraction so the mother-in-law doesn't criticize
Windows up high so the cops don't spot
I don't bring a clique with me so relax
Mommy, don't get mad, don't make that face

Crazy, your mouth is dry, your eyes are small
Let me buy you a coke, I'll hit you with the big blow
Now I'm your clown, you got the giggles
Your mom will shoot, I know she doesn't like me
She looks at me real bad
Says I'm too crazy and also too drunk
Let's see if she doesn't twist and starts acting like a fool
Then she brings up finding another man

Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked

Nothing, the lady doesn't like me
Says my music is evil
That I look like I'm from the Mara
What's wrong with her? Just cool lines
That I've been collecting throughout my life
That I'm not good for you, see where I come from
With what I have, I have and with that I support you
Wherever I see you with a pacheca face
She'll throw the pots, the vase, and the flowerpot at me
Seriously, you look like a palette
You'll get the sweet tooth when we're at the table
Why are you so posh and why am I so messy?
Cutie, I don't mess around but I flirt a lot

Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked

Baby, I'm not stubborn
But your mom looks at me
Even with disdain
Surely she dedicates two, three songs by Paquita
While toasting for her daughter's health
Damn, it's not cool
I wanted to watch the game
I'm going to be really bored
You get hormonal so I'll come with you
And all my friends watching the game at Sabino

Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked

Here we go again with the same story
Sometimes I wonder why
I endure so much, I keep hitting like
Pantro with the chacos
And the mother-in-law treats me as if I were a kid

Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked
Oh, little one, your mom really doesn't like me
Oh, little one, she'll get mad, you're well baked