Satanás
Mira el vato, güey
Lo traía brincando el carro a tres llantas en el centro, mamón
(Everybody know I flex, ooh)
Uh, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Tres llantas, pero ahí de frente, en el squid (neta bro, ne-ne-neta, neta, mamón)
No, traía a la chota vuelta loca el vato (¿ah? A la verga, ya sabrás)
Yaoh, ah, ya sabrá', yaoh
Fleetwood 94, brincando lo traía el vato
Partiendo todo el asfalto, esa madre brinca bien alto
Ya saben que yo canto, la gente me ve rolando
Dice: " ahí va el Alemalandro', la chota se encuentra al tanto
Lo subo, lo bajo, rebota mi carro
Como tu culito, cuando lo agarro
Lo hacemos de perro aunque suene bizarro
Dentro de la ranfla todo se lo embarro, skrr
Switch, switch, switch, sube, sube, bitch, bitch
Ese culo es un pitch y me embruja, witch, please
Un Impala, de gris, Montecarlo y Caprice
Reforzado el chasis, ya lo saben, homies
Empresario, puro Homegrown
A la verga, tiro barrio (el patrón, tiro barrio)
Con la mano pura H, tiro barrio
Tiro barrio y que se mueran los contrarios
Les arde el culito a diario, ay
Wuh
Ey, ey, ey
De San Lucas a San Diego, siempre al piso me pego
Por Tijuana y Mexicali, si voy pa' Sonora se arma la party
Manejo lento, evita la mari, rolamos tumbados, no es un rally
Me esperan en beanies allá en Cali, ando con los tigers, como Tali
Qué bien te luce el culo en ese pantalón de cuero
En asientos de peluche o asientos de terciopelo
Combina mi pañuelo con tu cuerpo de modelo
Llevo tu alma para el cielo y ese culo hasta el suelo
Satan
Look at the dude, man
He was jumping the car on three wheels in the center, idiot
(Everybody know I flex, ooh)
Uh, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Three wheels, but right there in front, in the squid (seriously bro, for real, for real, idiot)
No, the dude had the cops going crazy (what? Damn, you'll know)
Yaoh, ah, you'll know, yaoh
Fleetwood 94, the dude was jumping it
Breaking all the asphalt, that thing jumps really high
They know I sing, people see me rolling
They say: 'there goes the Alemalandro', the cops are aware
I raise it, I lower it, my car bounces
Like your little ass, when I grab it
We do it doggy style even if it sounds bizarre
Inside the crew everything gets messed up, skrr
Switch, switch, switch, go up, go up, bitch, bitch
That ass is a pitch and it bewitches me, witch, please
An Impala, in gray, Montecarlo and Caprice
Reinforced chassis, they already know, homies
Entrepreneur, all Homegrown
Damn it, I throw the hood (the boss, I throw the hood)
With the pure H hand, I throw the hood
I throw the hood and let the enemies die
Their little asses burn daily, ay
Wuh
Hey, hey, hey
From San Lucas to San Diego, I always stick to the ground
Through Tijuana and Mexicali, if I go to Sonora the party starts
I drive slowly, avoid the weed, we roll laid back, it's not a rally
They're waiting for me in beanies over in Cali, I'm with the tigers, like Tali
How good your ass looks in those leather pants
In plush seats or velvet seats
My handkerchief matches your model body
I take your soul to heaven and that ass to the ground