Al Estilo Timon y Pumba

I arrived with the crew and said: got some good stuff to drink, who's in?
If they see me all decked out, I always bring my bro, that's like my homie
Popping a bottle of whiskey and the stutterer by my side
Only if needed to spit, excuse me
If it's used, I'll take off the safety
Wind music, often wake up on the road in Cosalá
With courage in my chest, riding a razor, through Culiacán lands
Sanalona, the big band, on one side, how nice it echoes
For the party, dancing in the style of Timon and Pumbaa
The old man always very quiet
A super colt on the belt, dancing horse
Strolling through Maza with my crew on the boardwalk
Las Vegas, Nevada, gambling or boxing matches
And in the Justo Sierra, a mountain range, I come to hang out
With a blonde or black-haired girl, or sometimes with both
I rev up the engine and head to Aunt Angelina's with the crazy ones
Pure vitamin from the 70s, Pancho Loco to start
Getting a buzz already in the morning, a rooster can be heard crowing
Among the toasts, a kid comes out who doesn't play
Carrying the same flag we carry
One dressed up or from the 70s to catch a flight
All straight and if I skip, it's because of some traitor
I'm not about enemies or problems, all chill
But I won't hesitate to rein in the big horse
I'm quite the rebel, I command what moves or what will stay off