La Cherokee (part. Gabito Ballesteros)
Cómo tronaban las balas
Los vidrios volaban, le jalé en putiza
Una Cherokee blindada
Por la Zaragoza, les pasó en verguiza
Nunca anduve de corriente
Respeté a la gente, viejo, sin duda
Yo nunca tuve la culpa
Les contaré un poco de mis travesuras
Dos patrullas por la 5
Pero nadie pegó el brinco
Ahí sí me falló mi compa
Pensé que era hombre perdido
Por mi mente, la familia
Tanto' planes, tanta vida
Pendientes con la plebada
Cosas de esto, de la maña
Wuh
Eah
Ayo
Eso
Y puros corridos tumbados, compa Gabito
Así nomás, Montana
Woh-woh
Bien jalados a la verga, viejo
Oh, fuck
Nunca me gustó la escuela
Encontré mi manera, enredado bien morro
Flaquita, morena o güera
Y, aunque no quisiera, me perdí en sus ojos
La risa, los camaradas
Qué buenas pisteadas, anduve de loco
Pero es que, al final de cuentas
Creo que ni fui tan malo ni tan peligroso
Dos patrullas por la 5
Pero nadie pegó el brinco
Ahí sí me falló mi compa
Pensé que era hombre perdido
Por mi mente, la familia
Tanto' planes, tanta vida
Tóquenme con las guitarras
La de El Barba Cerrada
The Cherokee (feat. Gabito Ballesteros)
How the bullets were blasting
The glass was flying, I hit the gas hard
In an armored Cherokee
Passed by Zaragoza, left them in the dust
I never rolled with the wrong crowd
I respected people, old man, no doubt
I was never the one to blame
Let me tell you a bit about my wild times
Two patrol cars on the 5
But nobody made a move
That’s where my buddy let me down
Thought he was a lost cause
In my mind, my family
So many plans, so much life
Keeping an eye on the crew
Things like this, the game
Wuh
Eah
Ayo
That’s it
And just pure corridos, buddy Gabito
Just like that, Montana
Woh-woh
All in, damn it, old man
Oh, fuck
I never liked school
Found my way, tangled up as a kid
Skinny, dark-skinned, or blonde
And even though I didn’t want to, I got lost in her eyes
The laughter, the buddies
What good times drinking, I was wild
But in the end
I don’t think I was that bad or that dangerous
Two patrol cars on the 5
But nobody made a move
That’s where my buddy let me down
Thought he was a lost cause
In my mind, my family
So many plans, so much life
Play me those guitars
The one from El Barba Cerrada
Escrita por: Armenta, Natanael Cano, Gabito Ballesteros, Jonathan Caro