Me Persiguen Los Maderos

I was at the traffic lights
Selling quines to make a buck
I give a kick, a stone, a cop comes out
Tells me to leave
And I don't argue

I was selling rulas
On the corner of your coolest street
Two little cops come out of a paper shop
They tell me to show them
What's in my pockets or else
They'll take me in

I just don't know what to do
The cops are after me all over the city
If they don't let me sell, I'll have to steal
I have nowhere to go
Tonight I'll have to sleep
In the ditch or else
In the cell

A line of coke
And some horse shots
We smoke three joints
And you're God

And I was dealing
Arguing prices
Four zetas show up
They park the bikes
The undercover cops search me
And take me in
And they take me up
And they shove a joint in me
And they take me to the hole

I just don't know what to do
The cops are after me all over the city
If they don't let me sell, I'll have to steal
I have nowhere to go
Tonight I'll have to sleep
In the ditch or else
In the cell