El Clavo
No le encontraron el clavo
A la bronco colorada
Ellos estaban seguros
Que la traía bien cargada
Y aunque le pusieron dedo
No pudieron hallar nada
Se me acerco el comandante
Y me empezó a investigar
Dime donde traes el clavo
No te quiero lastimar
Si nosotros la encontramos
No te la vas acabar
Me bajaron de la bronco
Los perros la revisaron
La carga venia curada
Por eso no la olfatearon
Me les pele del las manos
Se quedaron con las ganas
A los ángeles me fui
Ya me estaba esperando
En una bodega vieja
Bajamos el contrabando
Ay me acorde de los hueros
Cuando me estaban pagando
Manejo el negocio chueco
Me gustan las emociones
Yo no le temo a la muerte
Y menos a las prisiones
Nunca me atengo a mi suerte
Me atengo a mis pantalones
La bronco ya la cambie
Porque la tenían plaquiada
Ahora ando en una suburbana
Que también ya fue arreglada
Con el clavo que le hicieron
Los perros no le sen nada...
The Nail
They didn't find the nail
In the red bronco
They were sure
That she was well loaded
And even though they pointed fingers
They couldn't find anything
The commander approached me
And started investigating
Tell me where you have the nail
I don't want to hurt you
If we find it
You won't get away with it
They took me off the bronco
The dogs searched it
The cargo was well hidden
That's why they didn't sniff it
I fought them off
They were left wanting
I went to the angels
They were already waiting for me
In an old warehouse
We unloaded the contraband
Oh, I remembered the fools
When they were paying me
I run the crooked business
I like the thrills
I'm not afraid of death
And even less of prisons
I never rely on luck
I rely on my pants
I already changed the bronco
Because they had it marked
Now I'm in a suburban
That has also been fixed
With the nail they made
The dogs don't sense anything