La Vida Mafiosa
Sentado en una hielera
y escuchando un corrido
le jale a un cuerno de chivo
rodeado por mis amigos
por los versos recordaba
todo lo que en vida he sido.
Se me calento el terreno
me buscaban por mafioso
me achacaban varias muertes
por la prensa publicaron
y como si fuera poco
hasta rifles me achacaron.
Me pierdo por temporadas
cuando no hay que dar la cara
me oscurece y me a manece
si se trata de una chamba
yo no tengo quien me empuje
solito me aviento al agua.
Me gusta escuchar consejos
pero no me manden nada
cuando algo me sale mal
a mi nadie me regaña
me paseo por donde quiera
con damas y camaradas.
The Mafia Life
Sittin' on a cooler
and listening to a ballad
I took a hit from a chopper
surrounded by my buddies
goin' over the verses
remembering all I've been in life.
The ground heated up for me
they were lookin' for me as a mobster
blamed me for several deaths
they published in the press
and as if that wasn't enough
they even pinned rifles on me.
I disappear for periods
when there's no need to show my face
it darkens and brightens me
if it's about a job
don't have anyone pushin' me
I jump into the water alone.
I like to hear advice
but don't boss me around
when something goes wrong for me
no one scolds me
I stroll wherever I want
either with ladies or buddies.