La Vida Mafiosa
Sentado en una hielera
Y escuchando un corrido
Le jale a un cuerno de chivo
Rodeado de mis amigos
Con los versos recordaba
Todo lo que en vida he sido
Se me calento el terreno
Me buscaban por mafioso
Me achacaron 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
Oscurece y no amanece
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
Ami nadie me regaña
Me paseo por donde quiera
Con damas y camaradas
The Mafia Life
Sitting on a cooler
And listening to a corrido
I took a hit from a chivo horn
Surrounded by my friends
With the verses I remembered
Everything I have been in life
The ground heated up for me
They were looking for me as a mafioso
They blamed me for several deaths
They published it in the press
And as if that wasn't enough
They even blamed me for rifles
I disappear for periods
When there's no need to show my face
It gets dark and doesn't dawn
If it's about a job
I have no one to push me
I jump into the water alone
I like to listen to advice
But don't send me anything
When something goes wrong
No one scolds me
I walk wherever I want
With ladies and comrades