Curiosa la cara de tu padre

Curious your father's face
When he saw me appear
With a thousand tattoos decorating my skin
But even more curious was when I asked him for paper.

And the veins in his neck that swelled
At times made me understand
That on the outside he was laughing
And on the inside he was cursing me.

Looks can be deceiving, dad
I'm a good guy
And even though I look like a thug
I'm quite sentimental.

Look at your daughter
She lacks nothing
I carry fifty grams of marijuana
And protected
No one touches a hair on her
I'm tougher than a damn musketeer.

Notice to what extent I love your daughter
That if she lets me, I'll drown myself in drink
Get on the horse, darling, we're leaving
Well, nothing father-in-law, nice to meet you.

Curious your father's face
When he saw us appear
From the window, eating you up
But even more curious was when he saw my pants.

And the veins in his neck that swelled
At times made me understand
That on the outside he was laughing and on the inside he was cursing me.

Looks can be deceiving, dad
I'm a good guy
And even though I look like a thug
I'm quite sentimental.

Look at your daughter
She lacks nothing
I carry fifty grams of marijuana
And protected
No one touches a hair on her
I'm tougher than a damn musketeer.

Notice to what extent I love your daughter
That if she lets me, I'll drown myself in drink
Get on the horse, darling, we're leaving
Well, nothing father-in-law, nice to meet you.

Looks can be deceiving, dad
I'm a good guy
And even though I look like a thug
I'm quite sentimental.

Look at your daughter
She lacks nothing
I carry fifty grams of marijuana
And protected
No one touches a hair on her
I'm tougher than a damn musketeer.

Notice to what extent I love your daughter
That if she lets me, I'll drown myself in drink
Get on the horse, darling, we're leaving
Well, nothing father-in-law, nice to meet you.

And here I leave your daughter
And if you've seen me, don't get upset
And before you, my hat falls
For having so much patience
Because I know my appearance
Is not better than my manners
But what do you want me to do
I was raised in the streets
Where it's not worth
Taking care of every detail
And judging by what others think
Is for cowards
At least I'm clear
Being transparent
I may look bad
But I'm not a bad person.