El Centenario

If you're poor, people look down on you
If you're rich, they treat you real nice
A friend got into the mob
'Cause he didn't want to be poor no more
Now he's got money to burn
They pay him in bags every month

Everyone calls him the Centenary
For the bling that shines on his chest
Now everyone sees him differently
All his past disrespect is gone
Just 'cause he drives a brand new ride
Now they see him with dollar signs

The government’s after him
But he doesn’t stop working
He goes to L.A. all the time
And comes back with a ton of cash
He got orders from the top
And he follows them no matter what

He got used to danger
And that’s why he fears nothing
Cruising in a Corvette, he rolls easy
Through Tijuana and Guadalajara
Through L.A. and San Francisco
And also through Las Vegas, Nevada

With the mob, you make good money
But you gotta have guts
'Cause here, there’s no family ties
No mistakes are allowed
Always risking his skin
With the law or with the boss