El Diablo

Still uncovering the 18th cousin
Well awake, old man

I sail it in Culiacan, spinning around Anaya
Every now and then in Mazatlan, I also like the beach
Surrounded by several chicks, the kind that are flirty
The ones who like to party and slam shots

I'm drunk, red-eyed, still messed up, well awake
Tied up with my truck, with my rifle still shooting

Don't worry, my buddies, I have everything sorted out
If your leather wrinkles, I have it well ironed

More bellicose than ever, buddy
We keep partying, girl, and moving forward, cousin

I don't have an exclusive truck, nor a favorite gun
I have trucks galore and of course, guns too
I have plenty of chicks, blondes and brunettes
I have bags full of bills to buy whatever I crave

I arrive all messed up and at night, I keep hallucinating
Totally wasted, gone crazy, I don't remember where the cops are

I have plenty of cash I'm carrying, that's why I unload it
I start speeding up when the devil takes over me

Already wasted, gone crazy, still messed up, well awake
Tied up with my truck, with my rifle still shooting

I have plenty of cash I'm carrying, that's why I unload it
I start speeding up when the devil takes over me

Because this doesn't end until it ends, cousin
Pass the Buchanan's, old man, iron.