De Botas o Gabanas

They're heard squeaking and burning the little tires
Here in Houston Texas, the real deal
I don't say anything, I'm not one for fights
But my 4-5, it likes a fight
Always with my brother, they call him the blondie
The truck buzzing, doesn't hit the brake
Then through Guanato and later in Guanajuato
I spend Sundays in the hills trading

A good lady, a favorite little blonde
So she can hit you with the poppy
With the family, I spend the whole day
Live music and also some meat
Back at the ranch, I relax for a bit
One or several kids to keep up the trade
We're good people, we never walk with facades
Always cheerful, the smile well carried

Let the pig and also the bass guitar sound
A norteño group with some young ladies for a bit
Sometimes in boots or also Dolce & Gabbana
I wear good brands or sometimes nothing
Play some corridos from my buddy Manuel Garza
And also the grandkids, the horn resounding
Bring out the joint, it's time to chill
And if the cops come, know how to handle it well

Gaining momentum, we call the buddies
Saturday arrives
Let's see what's up
Our buddy Tuch says
He's got some good syrup
Serve me a little, in a double glass
Now we're good and then I'll be on my way
Sometimes at the ranch and then in the States