PANCHO CONOS

A commercial plane leaves Mazatlán
It will land in Los Angeles
I travel to Culiacán to look for work
I wanted to work and earn the Louis Vuitton sole

He moves forward, he doesn't know how to go back
He struggled a lot and could overcome life's tests
In a black Mercedes to Las Vegas
He's ready to party and enjoy

And in a white Cadillac at high speed with the Chinese
They saw him arrive, Buchanans from the 18th for Pancho Conos
He arrived at Calos and if there's a problem
Genaro brings an extended magazine

Yes, I don't carry his blood, but he is my father
And I have his support, also a girl is my life
My queen is my daughter, she's my reason to fight
I'm not anyone's people, they won't judge me by my tattoos

I don't care about a good taco, with a can by my side
Or a fine restaurant
Miami or New York to throw the roll
Are tastes that the youngster gives himself

Pancho already partied, the night has arrived
He asked for a Buchanan from the 18th here, if it couldn't be done before
Now there's plenty of desire to act tough
And a beautiful dark or fair lady

Doesn't say no
Los Angeles my home, from the east my race
Remember it's not good to trust
The little mosquitoes take care of me, they know in life

They often see me arrive
Pancho says goodbye
He has some free time, he's going to Culiacán
Walk straight and if you're in the wrong
You have to know how to walk