Gran Pez

Today they call me the big fish, yesterday a kid with 10
From the hood I entered the arena, had trouble with two, three
My block was a teacher, graduated with simplicity
Humble from birth, don't bother the neighborhood, you see

I wondered: So what then?
Am I really going to screw up?
Nah, life couldn't understand
It wouldn't let me be rich, have a Mercedes-Benz

Driving at 180, smoking on some beach
With the baby I like and this charm that never fails
Death follows me trotting, I don't think anyone notices
That's why I'm in a hurry to buy a house and a boat

Mami, show me your cleavage, let me do my thing
The blonde loves me so much it seems like witchcraft
My company never trusts, gypsy mafia
Just missing the respect so you don't have any desire

Those frustrated guys, thinking about me in the morning
I'm calm, stoner, deciding between chicken or lasagna
For something outside they say: Less force and pure cunning
In December they miss you

Today I want to see everyone with the product in the air
It seems like I'm singing salsa, look, I have the dance floor full
Vagabonds since kids, we are children of the street
Today everyone knows me, I didn't want to be Nobody

Today I want to see everyone with the product in the air
It seems like I'm singing salsa, look, I have the dance floor full
Vagabonds since kids, we are children of the street
Today everyone knows me, I didn't want to be Nobody

Everyone come in, welcome to the museum of my journey
Almost a complete decade, paying homage to the temple
I never had a good example, my father left for a long time
How the years flew by, damages that I don't regret

I had a good gangsta school, it taught me to show my worth
Grateful to Bertita, pure chick with dough
Books of my life, and at twenty-five it's not enough
But look how I pull, mami, fill the basket

I became addicted to this game, daddy, pure bad cold
My wallet is like Roy, bro, eats all day
Fucking joyful face, that I still carry
Golden sheets in case of Juanita María

I write for a memory and a movie-like childhood
Life runs you over and no one writes down the plate number
Monterrey without weather, just beer in the dog days
At home, for the lines, they brought me nothing but criticism

I had to fight with everyone
And that's why I can't let myself be screwed by fools
In San Luis, no one tells me about thugs if I rob you
That one hurts, but I remember and rub it

Some want sex to the rhythm of a sax
Others want money, they entangle you with their arms
Others ask for kisses, but it's a very rare case
Mami, I pray to you, may the bond not break

Today I want to see everyone with the product in the air
It seems like I'm singing salsa, look, I have the dance floor full
Vagabonds since kids, we are children of the street
Today everyone knows me, I didn't want to be Nobody

Today I want to see everyone with the product in the air
It seems like I'm singing salsa, look, I have the dance floor full
Vagabonds since kids, we are children of the street
Today everyone knows me, I didn't want to be Nobody