Me Miran Patrullando (feat. Tomas Bellardo)

Just listen, buddy Victor
And to the government, buddy Tomas
Hell yeah, man!

I carry a golden one strapped to my belt
And nothing gets past me
And a sigh takes away my sleep
Hanging on my shoulder always the horn

The guys come relaxed
Feeling good in their style, they showed
Chest armored and the rag on the face
The good ones here are just us
No need to lie

With some bottles we catch a buzz
And a big joint of marijuana
Between drinks at the party
I bring along two or three big-bootied girls

They're not whiners, they're all-terrain
They like to show off the horn and the R
You pull it, it won't bite
If shooting at the wind doesn't hurt
And learn from me

And in the chaos, I take my chances
I get high as a kite if I feel like it
I'm stubborn, but I don't care
It's tough to tame me
Come and face me

And whoever's itching, buddy, scratch your balls, old man
And just so you know how the chain rubs, old man

I step on the gas more than the damn brake
Strolling around the whole town
It doesn't have to be Saturday
To have a few drinks

I don't give a damn about your envy
I live tough, straight up and pure
Gunpowder and weed I bring in abundance
Bag of kush and a white cokehead
To look sharp

Blue bills are the ones that shine
And to the ladies, whatever they ask for
They know I'm not a saint
But they don't care that much

I get them fired up with a gallant
Tomas Ballardo's corridos in the truck
They're all hyped up, I drive them crazy
All dusty, they all get excited
They won't sleep

And in the chaos, I take my chances
I get high as a kite if I feel like it
I'm stubborn, but I don't care
It's tough to tame me
Come and face me