El Del Trigo (part. Cheko Mg)

Racing hard in a sports car
From La Rueda heading to Hermosillo
And don't be surprised if you see it at high speed

It's efficient and capable
And in its conscience it will always have
Firmly the memories
That a long time ago
It used to pass by with its dad

I'm born and raised here in El Trigo
You already know where I'm from, why should I tell you?
And if you want to know my name
Don't think I'm gonna give it

Take care and misbehave
Elegant attire, Santal scent
Ferrari painted, Glock on the hip
And a good device to fight

And from La Rueda, until China dies
My buddy Checón
And up Mazatlán, Sinaloa, my buddy Eden!

Always two, three guys with me
4x4 for the trails and roads
And if we feel like it, we go out
And we ride around in the Can-Am

And just in case something goes wrong
With a whistle, we stir up the beehive
With or without a cut
Plane or transportation
Smoking a good ha, ha, ha

I'm with those who are with me
And I don't have many, I have very few friends
We are few but crazy
That even the devil wants to hang out here

Take care and misbehave
And if you're gonna drink, do it right
Because here in El Trigo you have a friend
Who never backs down