Venadeando
Junior H
Cruising
A well-tuned and colorful crew is seen
Well-dressed, they look like pure babes
A calm dude throws pure firewood
For sure, they seem ready to light it up
El Rayo carries a .40 strapped
Don't get close, they know he's the boss
Everything they move, they know it's good stuff
Without lifting a finger, the business moves
He always worries about being the first
The Devil's eyes inside are another story
He brings fat packs of hill colors
And even though he's the green one, he knows how to light it up
Pure laid-back corridos
Junior H
Pure humble old ranch
Radios sound while he keeps winning
Honduras cars, taking care of the desert
I don't give names, but you see me in Guanajuato
He always keeps it well guarded on his chest
They carry toys and all oiled up
The irons crack, pure concentrated fungus
They're not mobsters, they just do their job
But they watch out in case there are still enemies
The guy says goodbye, well-infested
With pure babes, greens, and white powder
Up in the mountains, the team led
When there's no party, they have to go cruising
