Hijos De Su Santa Madre
Seguro que les dolio
lo que les dije cantando
que soy chingon de chingones
y padre de mas de cuatro
Se escucha por ahi los perros
que se soltaron ladrando
Pinches viejitos llorones
nomas pa' eso me gustaban
la quieren hacer de pedo
saben que no se la acaban
Para esto de los corridos
saben que yo soy su papa
Yo no se pa' que se awuitan
pa' que la hacen de relajo
pues el que se awita pierde
es un dicho comprobado
No la van a hacer conmigo
pinches waimitos baratos
Mi gente nos dio este puesto
por eso somos los reyes
nunca andamos de copiones
como lo hacen muchos weyes
Que se la pasan grabando
comiendose los magueyes
Nomas me tiraron tres
en la punta de aquel cerro
aquellos que me critican
aqui les traigo su fierro
Les van a llorar los ojos
cuando les llegue hasta el cuello
Ahi nos vemos me despido
los perros ladran del hambre
voy a darles de comer
antes de que sea mas tarde
Pa' que no esten molestando
hijos de su perra madre
Sons of Their Holy Mother
Surely it hurt them
what I told them singing
that I'm the baddest of the bad
and father of more than four
You can hear the dogs
that were let loose barking
Damn crying old folks
just liked them for that
they want to mess with me
they know they won't make it
For this business of corridos
they know I'm their daddy
I don't know why they get scared
why they make a fuss
because the one who gets scared loses
it's a proven saying
They won't make it with me
cheap scaredy-cats
My people gave us this position
that's why we are the kings
we never copy
like many guys do
Who spend their time recording
getting drunk
They only shot three at me
at the top of that hill
those who criticize me
here I bring their gun
Their eyes will cry
when it reaches their neck
See you later, I say goodbye
the dogs bark out of hunger
I'm going to feed them
before it's too late
So they won't be bothering
sons of their damn mother
Escrita por: Sacramento Ramirez