Pisteando Bichis
Los Obreros Del Norte
Drinking with the Crew
We took off down Obregon
To kick off the drinking spree
Loaded up a cooler
With beer to the brim.
We showed up for some girls to hit the dance floor.
We stopped at an OXXO
The girls in their seats
Five packs of Marlboro, two cards of two hundred
The truck felt cramped, we managed to squeeze in a 300.
We drank, got rowdy
We went wild and even shouted
We hooked up with the girls
And later switched it up
We tossed their stuff and woke up drinking with the crew.
Before dawn, I told my buddy
There goes the phone, sounds like my girl
I answered, don’t be a coward, tell her to fuck off.
Where’d my boots go?
My belt and my .38?
The cooler’s empty, not even a dime left
The bags are all empty, not a corner to wash.
We drank, got rowdy
We went wild and even shouted
We hooked up with the girls
And later switched it up
We tossed their stuff and woke up drinking with the crew.
We tossed their stuff and woke up drinking with the crew.
