Pakas en las Rakas II

A somewhat macabre smile
Long rifles, thick packs
Filling the void of sad emptiness
Because my buddy has left

I don't complain about this damn life
There are bad times, there are times up
It all depends on my aunt the white one
Sometimes she stays, sometimes she leaves

The black Sierra with golden rims
Over in Las Vegas they see him strolling
In the bets, the casino fears me
I take out thousands when I get into it

Order bottles, order a wash
Preferably pretty girls
The one with the packs is still going strong
And a big shoutout to El Calibre

That's it, buddy Panto
Pure Junior H
Let the killing continue (uh!)

I'm never sad, I'm always crazy
Since I was a kid, I jumped into the bull
We're real lazy, I gamble my luck
Ramón my buddy, let the R thunder

Never be afraid of death
You have to live thinking about the present
I uncover pots with my buddies
Two or three days or a week

His father is still in Tijuana
From whom he inherited the balls he carries
My mind always a step ahead
Well prepared for the currents

A somewhat macabre smile
Long rifles, thick packs
Filling the void of sad emptiness
Because my buddy has left

Buddy Calibre, buddy Norch
It goes up to heaven, why not