El 08 (part. Tito Double P)

I'm from Michoacán, but I hold it down here in Jalisco
Got a solid crew, my people are positive, all clear
A .38, potato launcher, the tostones
The antennas in backpacks and the Ms are all set

Always on edge with my disco horn
Javier Guerrero's got it written on the lock
I've faced my long ones before
In Vargas' jug, I've lived through some bitter times

With the panther crew leading the flag
The warriors and Michoacans are all in
Not much pressure on those who take on too much
I also roll with a solid reputation

Got my boots caked with clay
'Cause we're out in the hills with the lord of Aguililla
I love hanging out with my crew
With a barbecue, volleyball, or a chill afternoon

With vests and armored rides
My buddy Chuyito knows he won't back down
We don't back down, buddy Christian
Tito Double P, oh mama, whoa
Here we come, all fired up, my buddy Tito Double P
Hey, chill out, my old man

La Palma prison or doves flying high
Or that guy from the hill, we're waiting for Gabito
I'm pretty laid-back and also very down-to-earth
I don't like bullshit, I say it straight up
Back in Tanhuato, there was a conflict

I'm at your service on the borders of Jalisco
I also cruise around when I'm in the pasture
And it reminds me a lot of my old man, my dad Javier Guerrero
We're engineers, the new cartel of the term

I love the races, also with my brother Leo
From saying to doing, there's a big gap
I speak with proof, ask Mr. Mencho
A good view delights me when I always grab a taco

Then I also enjoy a good smoke
I remember my people, the forty-two soldiers who fell
Buddy Conta who's always here by my side
Here I am, straight with Uncle Laco
Sending a shout-out and The 08 for a while