Chingon de Chingones
(Y ahora si parientito puros pinches pelones trajo villa
Compa, haber si es cierto compa sacramento demuéstreselo
Aquí a la gente)
Soy el chingon de chingones
Y a mí me la perez prado
Esos que dicen ser riatas
Aqui me los he aplastado
Sino fuera por mis huevos
No andaban alivianados.
Comenzaron este jale
Andando a pata de perro
Se creen las divinas garzas
Por que ahora traen carro nuevo
Nomás que lo traen de gorra
O les sudaron los huevos.
Yo no soy rey de cristal
Soy el chingón de chingones
Más vale que me lo crea
Pinche bola de copiones
Nunca me van a llegar
Ni siquiera a los talones.
(Y ahí va el saludo pa todos mi compas que son chingones
Igual que los razos y si alguno le quedo el saco pues
Que se lo ponga pariente)
Hijos de su bien amada
No se que ahorita se cargan
Andan vendiendo de a gramo
Y ya se sienten muy nalgas
Traen navajas de rasura
Y dicen que son escuadras.
Esos reyes de la mota
Vengan pa darles consejos
Con ese pedo que cargan
Nunca llegaran a viejos
Quiero que miren lo gordo
Pinche bola de conejos
Yo no soy el rey de cristal
Ni presumo de motero
Soy el chingon de chingones
Nunca ando de poquitero
Quiero que sepan cuchillos
Nunca se me arruga el cuero.
Badass of Badasses
(And now, my relative, Villa brought only baldies
Buddy, let's see if it's true, buddy, show it to Sacramento
Here to the people)
I am the badass of badasses
And I don't give a damn
Those who claim to be tough guys
I have crushed them here
If it weren't for my balls
They wouldn't be relieved.
They started this job
Walking like stray dogs
They think they're divine herons
Just because they now have a new car
But they only have it on loan
Or they sweated their balls off.
I'm not a king of glass
I'm the badass of badasses
It's better that they believe it
Damn bunch of copycats
They will never reach me
Not even close.
(And there goes the greeting to all my buddies who are badasses
Just like the razos and if anyone has a jacket left
Then put it on, relative)
Sons of their beloved
I don't know what they're up to now
They're selling by the gram
And they already feel very tough
They carry shaving razors
And claim they are guns.
Those kings of weed
Come to get advice
With that problem they carry
They will never grow old
I want them to see how fat
Damn bunch of rabbits
I'm not the king of glass
Nor do I boast about being a biker
I'm the badass of badasses
I never act like a wimp
I want you to know, knives
My leather never wrinkles.