El Cholo Se Hizo Buchon
Cambio los converse por zapatos tipo cuadra
Y dejo su ropa aguada por limas en diamantadas
Hoy ya no toma cerveza ni mezcalitos hoy trae botellas
De whisky de esas del sello rojito
Ya no anda en bici ahora anda en una cheyenne
El cholo se izo buchón dejo de rayar paredes
Y es que se metió ala mafia le sobra el dinero
Le llueven las viejas y los carros nuevos
Trae ropa de marca es todo un ranchero
Le gusto lo bueno lujos
Al 100 se amanece con grupos norteños
Con plumita de ángel no le pega el sueño
Es bien parrandero
De mazatlán
En la clica conocido
Ya no escucho a cypress hill
Escucha puros corridos
Se contagio
Del movimiento alterado
Al millón vive el viejón
Y ahora es muy arremangado
Y aunque cambio
Todo lo que había en su armario
Y sus pósters de psycho realm
No deja de ser del barrio
Y es que se metió ala mafia le sobra el dinero
Le llueven las viejas y los carros nuevos
Trae ropa de marca es todo un ranchero
Le gusto lo bueno lujos
Al 100 se amanece con grupos norteños
Con plumita de ángel no le pega el sueño
Y andan diciendo
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Que cholo se hizo buchon
Que cholo se hizo buchon
The Gangster Became a Big Shot
Traded his Converse for cowboy boots
And swapped his baggy clothes for diamond-studded limes
He no longer drinks beer or mezcal, now he brings bottles
Of whiskey with that little red seal
No more riding bikes, now he drives a Cheyenne
The gangster became a big shot, stopped tagging walls
He got into the mafia, money is no issue
He's showered with women and new cars
Wearing designer clothes, he's a true cowboy
He likes the finer things, luxury
He parties all night with northern bands
With a little angel feather, sleep doesn't touch him
He's a big partier
From Mazatlan
Known in the crew
No more listening to Cypress Hill
Now he only listens to corridos
He got infected
By the altered movement
He lives like a millionaire
And now he's very flashy
And even though he changed
Everything in his closet
And his posters from Psycho Realm
He's still from the neighborhood
He got into the mafia, money is no issue
He's showered with women and new cars
Wearing designer clothes, he's a true cowboy
He likes the finer things, luxury
He parties all night with northern bands
With a little angel feather, sleep doesn't touch him
And they're saying
That the gangster became a big shot
That the gangster became a big shot
That the gangster became a big shot