La Cumbia Del Pistolero
Voy a platicar señores
Andaba tirando mafia
Por tanto pedir dinero
Me corrieron de mi casa
Me mandaron con un tio
Por que ya no aguantaban
Me empaque maleta
Al hombro y veran
Que paso mi raza
Se me perdio la pistola
Se me perdio el cargador
El cuerno que yo traia
No supe ni donde quedo
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
Andaba en una blindada
Y con los vidrios abajo
Que lindo se mira el vato
Manguerriando en el trokon
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
Yo me puse una pechera
Miren lo que sucedio
Blindaje traia en el pecho
Pero en la espalda no
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
Ahora ando de mandadero
Y me traen paya y paca
Que vete a cargar los radios
Que vete a traer mariscos
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
Entre el lunes de sicario
Pal jueves me despacharon
No alvcanze a llegar al viernes
Pa lucir el cherocon
Me quitaron la blindada
Me la navego en camion
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero
Eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero
Y esa es la neta viejon
The Gunman's Cumbia
I'm gonna chat, folks
I was throwing around mafia
For asking for money so much
They kicked me out of my house
They sent me to an uncle
Because they couldn't stand it anymore
I packed my suitcase
On my shoulder, and you'll see
What happened, my people
I lost my gun
I lost the magazine
The horn I had
I didn't even know where it went
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
I was in an armored car
With the windows down
How cool the dude looks
Showing off in the truck
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
I put on a bulletproof vest
Look what happened
I had armor on my chest
But not on my back
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
Now I'm running errands
And they send me here and there
Go load the radios
Go get the seafood
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
Between Monday as a hitman
By Thursday, they got rid of me
I didn't even make it to Friday
To show off the big car
They took away my armored car
I sail it in a truck
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
And that's the truth, old man