El Chuki V1

I bring a Tutti Frutti blunt and I'm going a thousand miles per hour
I went to try my luck, the fair doesn't come alone
On my arm I carry Chucky, Chucky, that's what they call me
Having it tattooed doesn't make me a bad person

The future brought me new goals
Behind me a very tough past
In heaven I have a special person
Who I wish was in this world

What I came for, I don't get confused
Even if they try to sink me, I don't sink
They talked, then they knew
That Chucky is on top and they stayed silent

I sacrificed to get out of the dark
I made money, also had several asses
Several assholes followed my steps
Where did they go?, what happened, no one could?

I swear, nobody helped me
Only time every time it passed
One day I said: They will remember
Those assholes who mocked me to my face

My life is very expensive, I dress in brand
I'm a hundred with my dad
It was a problem to leave school
But I finally got out of the damn maze

I was born in Monterrey, Nuevo León
But raised there in hot land
I also got into trouble
I came up north to try my luck

My buddy Chente, I don't forget him
I'm in Georgia, in the Carolinas
Spending all I have
I'm the bad boy and I'm after the girls

The neck up like the geese
Magpies, watch how I advance
I carry my nickname tattooed
It's the name of the damn design I have on my arm

I don't care if I'm coming or going
If you don't know me either, don't say who I am
I'm guilty of what I do, not of what those people say
If they talk about me it's envy, pure bullshit

Why don't they talk to my face?, they know they can't handle it
I don't mess around, I leave my mark
The pure guara guara, I flatten them right away
Pure fag, they're all talk (if they run into me they do nothing)

I bring a Tutti Frutti blunt and I'm going a thousand miles per hour
I went to try my luck, the fair doesn't come alone
On my arm I carry Chucky, Chucky, that's what they call me
Having it tattooed doesn't make me a bad person

I bring a Tutti Frutti blunt and I'm going a thousand miles per hour
I went to try my luck, the fair doesn't come alone
On my arm I carry Chucky, Chucky, that's what they call me
Having it tattooed doesn't make me a bad person

I walk forward, I don't look back
Envy whistles at me, I don't turn around
They seek my attention with their words
They boast a lot, I believe little

Fime machín, my buddy Lalo
Daniel at a hundred, can't forget him
I had friends, now they're few
Bad habits set them apart

Simple appearance, neither angel nor devil
They look for me, find what they're looking for
Some say I'm a shit stirrer
Is it that they burn to see me succeed?

I'm not going to tell them what I'm up to
See how well I'm doing
I'm wasting blues a hundred at a time
I earned it so don't go talking

Later I'll drop by Altamirano
In Riva, Palacio to have a blast
With a Kush blunt to be stoned
With the aforementioned buddy

For me the past is just a memory
I know where I come from, I've been on the ground
There in cold water, partying in Puebla
Ronald, buddy, you're remembered

Good friendship, rest in peace
You'll see that soon I'll catch up with you
I carry you in my heart, don't back down
Chucky present, just what marks

Some good skins keeping me company
Spending my dollars every day
The command songs and those of Gerardo Díaz
(Live your life, I live mine happily)

I bring a Tutti Frutti blunt and I'm going a thousand miles per hour
I went to try my luck, the fair doesn't come alone
On my arm I carry Chucky, Chucky, that's what they call me
Having it tattooed doesn't make me a bad person

I bring a Tutti Frutti blunt and I'm going a thousand miles per hour
I went to try my luck, the fair doesn't come alone
On my arm I carry Chucky, Chucky, that's what they call me
Having it tattooed doesn't make me a bad person (Chucky)

And there it was, folks
For Arturo González Raviela
Better known as Chucky (he's the explosive command)
The damn Makabelico

And a greeting from him to his buddies
Lalo, Daniel, to Jaime, to Paty
To Quique Gordeano, who rocks with the Jerarquía gang
To Irvin, the one with the awesome burgers on Altamirano Avenue

To the best damn tattoo artist in town, Pablo Medrano
To Leno, alias the black one
To the moscón, to the crazy ones from the Morelo neighborhood of the Choperio hill
To compa Ibra, to Ipin, to pato, to Jesús Sandoval

To Ivan, the nenuco, to Alejandra Castillo, to Andrés Aguirre
To Cri-cri, to Victor Gambuzano, to the moochers of Altamirano
To Erandi Pérez, to Emiliano Escobar, to Pepo
To Brayan Martínez, to all the cochos from hot land
It's the explosive command