Un Domingo

Fucking white guy on the microphone, 4-7-3, so they control

Fame and ego, envy and the ghetto
Don't go with money
They fall right away, if I hit first
Since I was a child, I'm a bandit

They don't come up front, they're pure lies
They always ran away
Today you're down, tomorrow up there
Just remember the world spins

But everything comes back sooner or later
I count my friends on my hands
And I have fingers to spare, don't get tangled up
Why do you want more trouble

Poverty is gone because we worked hard
It wasn't luck, we worked damn hard
No one gave me anything, we earned everything
Because they don't come when we're down, bastards

Here where everyone smokes and drinks mezcal
Where drugs turn a child into a criminal
Because his father is out stealing and they put him in jail
How sad that nothing is the same here anymore

And even if they try to stop me, they won't be able to
Even if they try to screw me over, they'll see, they'll see
I have eyes on my back that will watch over me
Fake friends will leave one day

Drunkards and stoners, all high
Don't compare me to those filthy ones
I'm one of the most dangerous crazy ones
Be very careful with the envious ones

If I see them, I'll mess them up
I'll show up on a Sunday
So they feel danger

If I see them, I'll mess them up
I'll show up on a Sunday
So they feel danger

A shot alone, no one interfere
Just so they see that the rooster is the real deal
Here on my sidewalk, people respect
I carry my forty and a submachine gun
A nail on the door of my truck
Let it be known boldly who wants the challenge

I come alone but they don't scare me
So they take the risk, so they play (hey)
Ángel Quezada on the microphone, bastards

(If I see them, I'll mess them up, I'll show up on a Sunday
So they feel danger)

From the neighborhood of La Santa, Simon
I carry it in my skin

(If I see them, I'll mess them up, I'll show up on a Sunday
So they feel danger)

Oh, na-na-na-na
Really crazy
Until death, bastards
Pure 473, (What do you think?)
Fucking pancake on the controls

The DJ's DK, here in the studio smoking and drinking
Cheers to Nenuco, Tona and the shot because we messed them up

Fucking David, the Monse and Maya's vale
To Pame and to the trailer, to the shot bastards

(If I see them, I'll mess them up, I'll show up on a Sunday
So they feel danger)