La Tostada

(And for the craving, a toast, they say)

By the edges, through the gaps
And down the streets of the city
The motorolas are digital
Turn it up to hear it loud

'Cause the government's a real dog
And they say they're gonna catch us
As if my bullets were rubber
Their vests are gonna blow apart

A toast for the craving
They’re throwing hot potatoes
A stutterer who never talks to me
But makes them back down

One with a band, but not with a tuba
A mini gun to blow up
Two hundred rounds are sharp
They want to take their vacation

Well copied, my boys
All together while patrolling
The state guys and black helmets
Watch out for them, they’re heading north

Here we’ve got stuff to take them down
But it’s better to dodge them
'Cause among them, there are undercover
We’ll check their movements

We’ve already run into the water guys
And the national guard
They’ve taken some people
Their guys are leaving too

Here things are really tense
But the cartel, damn, is falling apart
'Cause we’re well trained
And forward, there’s no going back

Those old guys, be careful
Gotta work the big state
There are grasshoppers and traitors
But a good hit makes them talk

Here the people are on point
Ready for whatever comes
The tough and dusty cars
And some Tacomas for patrolling

A toast for the craving
They’re throwing hot potatoes
A stutterer who never talks to me
But makes them back down

One with a band, but not with a tuba
A mini gun to blow up
Two hundred rounds are sharp
They want to take their vacation