El Perico Y La Plebada
Yo no se mucho de el
En cuanto lo presentaron
Se le miraba mi compa
Que el viejon no era dejado
Y al conocer yo la historia
Tambien me quede asombrado
Cuando se encaño un hombre
Mas pa salvar el pellejo
Ahi que ser de sangre fria
Mi compa es uno de esos
El perico asi le apodan
Les brinca en cualquier terreno
La cruz de nota erradico
Las arenitas recuerdo
Preso estuve en cualiacan
Tengo experiencia de eso
Tambien fui un gran pescador
No es mentira esto es cierto
En arizona navegan
Phoenix llegada y partida
Llegan carros y se van
Tambien tenemos caidas
Ya ven que en este negocio
Ahi bajadas y subidas
Compadre juan eres gallo
Se te estima y se te aprecia
Tambien mi compa samuel
Con el puye que asentecia
Uno al 100 y otro mi gente
Y al millon lo que se ofrezca
Cuando hay que brincar la linea
No mas llegan la frontera
Su compadre juan le dice
Fierro aunque no haya costera
Atraviesan el desierto
Dejan una polvadera
Por mi familia mi vida
Aun buen amigo un abrazo
Pa pistear vino y cerveza
Pa ruletear un buen carro
De la cruz de lotaseuta
Con la banda por un lado
The Parrot and the Plebada
I don't know much about him
As soon as they introduced him
My buddy could see
That the old man wasn't lazy
And upon learning the story
I was also amazed
When a man got caught
More to save his skin
You have to be cold-blooded
My buddy is one of those
They call him the parrot
He jumps on any terrain
The cross of notes eradicated
The little sands I remember
I was imprisoned in Culiacan
I have experience of that
I was also a great fisherman
This is not a lie, it's true
In Arizona they sail
Phoenix arrival and departure
Cars arrive and leave
We also have falls
You see that in this business
There are ups and downs
Compadre Juan, you're a rooster
You are esteemed and appreciated
Also my buddy Samuel
With the puye that he sentences
One to the fullest and the other my people
And to the million whatever is offered
When it's time to cross the line
They just arrive at the border
His buddy Juan tells him
Iron even if there's no coast
They cross the desert
Leaving a trail of dust
For my family, my life
Still a good friend, a hug
For drinking wine and beer
For driving a good car
From the cross of Lotaseuta
With the band on one side