Los Chochos
Bukanas De Culiacan
The Horns
Pull the horn, buddy, here comes the little horn
Let the young ones taste it as they pull it slowly
The bosses use this, be careful
They call us the horns around here, because we bring pure horn
Blood of heavy blood, our word is steel
We come from good stock
We like everything good
We like drag races, on Highway 15
In a hurry, it doesn't get fixed
My boss is the one who tells me: We are all very heavy, pity the
One who steps on us
I'm a friend of the race
I always lend a hand
And I can handle everything
My job has cost me
If someone crosses the line
The devil appears to them
I came to please myself
With coke and beer
In my brand new truck
I've come down from the dealership
Now, my little ones
Let's go for a ride
I have trustworthy people
That's why I'm the boss
I set the distance
For anyone who stands in front of me
Estecali is for the heavyweights
Only intelligent people
