Más Vale Cholo

I was riding in the truck with a sunroof
We park the wawa and play the Crazy
Who always pulls with his compadres
He pulls out early to go on a rampage

He left his house, woolen sack
White shoe and corduroy pants
This is how I dress if I feel like it
Better not go where no one calls you

We left early for the blowout
and we met my brother Ramón
He invited me to have his beer, while he told me
How good the party is!

There we met some girls
They weren't good and they weren't bad either.
And we send them to line up
so that they could serve us several tequilas

The party was plenty full of narcos
was plenty full of grass shit and plenty full of dirt
All in armored cars
All taken and all well armed!

Crazy man drank until he lost control
He started rapping like that asshole from Caló
and they yelled at us damn pochos
They discriminated against us for coming in bochos
I told him men you are already very past
better cholo than bad company

Don't fight men, don't fight
To be able to fight you have to know who you are with

The suburb was up to the recubeque
I wanted to pay the mafia with a check
They showed us off about their clothes
While the crazy man took down his little girls

Rolando Harinazos told me some idiot
Which was referring to my friend the jogger
The Fool told him Hey! Be careful with Edmundo
You better keep your mouth shut or I kill everyone
The blows and the blows were armed
Pow pow! what a good chat
And he shouted at everyone chest
While I commented to them: How good war is!

Tito told me that güero faggot
He was threatening me with his 357
A mustachioed dwarf, son of a bitch
He was threatening to throw his grenade at me.
The time has come to withdraw
aaahhh, this door is closed

We had to escape through the front door
And I told my driver to let me drive.
I told him men you are already very past
And he told me: "no problem, this hole is touched"

Don't dance men, don't dance
To be able to dance you have to know who you're with