Esta Noche

Danger in the neighborhood
A rosary hangs around my neck
Death walks through the neighborhood daily
Before my wake, I'll be a millionaire
Ay, ay, ay
Cumbia

Tonight I'll take you with me to the dance
If you want to smoke weed, come to the hood
My crazy ones are the troublemakers
My cumbia sounds from Mexico to Buenos Aires

We're not leaving until dawn
The baldies from Santa arrived, lighting up
I risk myself for my flag and take off my shirt
My girls want a party, my race is very streetwise
I like how she dances and moves her waist
And in the hood, the patrols sing dryly
You make me fly, you take me to the heights
And for the crazy life in the street making noise

Pure neighborhood music, crazy
Cumbia

We're not leaving until dawn
The baldies from Santa arrived, lighting up
I risk myself for my flag and take off my shirt
My girls want a party, my race is very streetwise
I like how she dances and moves her waist
And in the hood, the patrols sing dryly
You make me fly, you take me to the heights
And for the crazy life in the street making noise

Tonight I'll take you with me to the dance
If you want to smoke weed, come to the hood
My crazy ones are the troublemakers
My cumbia sounds from Mexico to Buenos Aires

Police sirens at night and day
Hot and empty, the night so mine
Smoking Mary Jane, my heart trusts almost no one
We are war dogs
Fierce ones who cling
Green, white, and red, the colors of my flag
When I die, I won't take anything, just a handful of dirt
Cumbia
Long live Mexico, bastards
Neighborhood music