El Malandro
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
The Thug
I'm no saint, nor am I a devil
I react in the moment so as not to find out
I'm tough by heritage, I'm also a thug
Friend of friends, enemy of many
I'm fast, my buddy, don't doubt it
And here I am if you want to test me
When I was a kid, I struggled a lot
But now as an adult, everything has changed
Dressed in fashion with dark glasses
Shiny shirts all blinged out
Riding in luxury cars
With guys and dolls by my side
They call me a thug
Because I like the tough life
I pull out the horn and with the crew
Just drinking cognac and beer
And women always by my side
Being a thug doesn't embarrass me
Always ready, also partying
Drinking and acting crazy, all hyped up
Playing corridos, singing songs
The horn from the club booming at night
That's how I spend my days, gentlemen, I'm not lying
It's been proven
Cousin, what are we going to do?
I live life boldly
Drinking and singing to the wind, shooting
Living a fast-paced life
Because that's my taste, my world
Women, wine, and debauchery
They call me a thug
Because I like the tough life
I pull out the horn and with the crew
Just drinking cognac and beer
And women always by my side
Being a thug doesn't embarrass me
They call me a thug
Because I like the tough life
I pull out the horn and with the crew
Just drinking cognac and beer
And women always by my side
Being a thug doesn't embarrass me
