El Cholo Se Hizo Buchon

Traded his Converse for cowboy boots
And swapped his baggy clothes for diamond-studded limes
He no longer drinks beer or mezcal, now he brings bottles
Of whiskey with that little red seal

No more riding bikes, now he drives a Cheyenne
The gangster became a big shot, stopped tagging walls
He got into the mafia, money is no issue
He's showered with women and new cars
Wearing designer clothes, he's a true cowboy

He likes the finer things, luxury
He parties all night with northern bands
With a little angel feather, sleep doesn't touch him
He's a big partier
From Mazatlan
Known in the crew
No more listening to Cypress Hill
Now he only listens to corridos

He got infected
By the altered movement
He lives like a millionaire
And now he's very flashy
And even though he changed
Everything in his closet
And his posters from Psycho Realm
He's still from the neighborhood

He got into the mafia, money is no issue
He's showered with women and new cars
Wearing designer clothes, he's a true cowboy
He likes the finer things, luxury
He parties all night with northern bands
With a little angel feather, sleep doesn't touch him

And they're saying
That the gangster became a big shot
That the gangster became a big shot
That the gangster became a big shot