El Ultimo Billete
Es ultimo billete
Que saco de mi cartera
La cosa se pone buena
Voy a agarrar la chequera
Ya llegaron las plebitas
Para empezar la loquera
Entrele compa fidel
No diga que no le atora
Si usted se me hace pa tras
No sera de sinaloa
La fama ya la tenemos
Pa el perico y pa las morras
Ya que estamos en ambiente
Que toquen puros corridos
Que canten lineas de a metro
Para todos mis amigos
Pa que se aloquen las plebes
Y suenen cuernos de chivo
Oiga compita fidel
Ahí le presento una amiga
Es de puro zacatecas
De la tierra prometida
Le gustan los sinaloenses
Cuestion que ested se decida
No cabe duda compita
Que le gusta la tierra santa
Ahorita pido unos tragos
Pa remojar la garganta
Por que con la polvadera
Ya casi se me atraganta
No se me aguiten mis paisas
Pidenle hasta que amanezca
Traiganse a mi amiga mari
Y a juana para la fiesta
Siganle chupando mota
Que aquí nadie se molesta
The Last Ticket
It's the last ticket
That I take out of my wallet
Things are getting good
I'm going to grab the checkbook
The girls have arrived
To start the craziness
Come on, buddy Fidel
Don't say you can't handle it
If you back down
You won't be from Sinaloa
We already have the fame
For the parrot and the girls
Now that we're in the mood
Let them play only corridos
Let them sing lines a meter long
For all my friends
So the girls go crazy
And the goat horns sound
Listen, buddy Fidel
I present you a friend
She's from pure Zacatecas
From the promised land
She likes Sinaloans
It's up to you to decide
There's no doubt, buddy
That you like the holy land
I'll order some drinks now
To wet my throat
Because with all the dust
I almost choked
Don't worry, my paisas
Ask for drinks until dawn
Bring my friend Mari
And Juana to the party
Keep smoking weed
No one here gets upset