El Chicken Little (El 09)

Little chicken (the 09)
Song of northern enigma

Chowing down on a good avocado taco
And for dessert, Ferrero chocolates
I chat and stay up with my buddies
But always on point with the hustle, I’m active
I’ll tell you my name later
But for all my friends, I’m Little Chicken
I’m from Tijuana, that border town
That’s where I first saw the light
Then I went to study in Las Vegas
But I learned there’s no degree for the hustler
I arrived in Culiacán when I was just a kid

I’m the fast one, and my code is the 09
When I’m craving, I crush some Ruffles
For the job, I get the rifles ready
In the crew, I don’t have any rookies
We stash everything behind the truck’s upholstery
And to check how things are going
I’ve got the backup from Archivaldo, just in case
The Springblades, my kicks are Adidas
For thirst, whiskey and drinks
The girls are always welcome

I take it easy and enjoy life
When there’s a chance
And even though I’ve been accused of some shady deals
I just ignore
Those who go too far
With a supercharger and crossed mufflers
I keep my rides well-tuned
The Mustang roars and flies when I hit the gas
The gun makes sense if you use the watch
That I’ve got in hand

Grateful to my two brothers
Also in one and firm
With the orders from Panu
Memories linger on the sidewalk
When I did tricks on my skateboard
And playing soccer, I handled the challenges
Catch you later
I’m packing up, I’m out
For the little gremlins, I leave a shout
In the Tacomas patrolling
In Culiacán, I’ll see you.