Por Las Calles de Houston

Through the streets of Houston
I'm walking around
I'm drinking
Cigarette in hand

Some beers with the blond guy
Some seafood
For the heat
Nice and relaxed
In a caravan I go around
In their trucks
Free way 45
With my buddy Edgar

And when it's time to party
We go to the caguama to have some drinks
A bag of white powder
The guys from the ravine are very happy
I feel high, I'm flying
They're there for a while

In California I have friends
Who help me out
They send the squares
And we distribute them here

And to spend the money
Diamonds up to the teeth
That's the atmosphere
Here with my people

In my Lambo on the highway
A bunch of girls
To do whatever
On the ground it also speeds up
There in coasvia making a mess
I'm flexible
I don't care about anything
Life is borrowed