Marlboro Rojo
Fuerza Regida
Red Marlboro
Old man, crank up the speakers
So we can really feel the adrenaline of throwing punches
Just keep an eye on the radio (just keep an eye on the radio)
Pass me a red Marlboro
Been craving one of those for a while
Heart racing, it told me
Cousin, that’s just how it goes
The hard hits for the impacts
Devil's bullets, I only think of your eyes
The tight pants
The clips loaded to knock them down hard
And we don’t know
If we’ll make it out alive
In the chaos
The crew is on high alert
Pure Fuerza Regida, old man
Another level!
Pure bullshit, they’re a joke
Dumbasses for the high rollers
Big shades for the winds
The GT500 is a beast
Gold grips shining at the waist
With the horn, I’ll take you to the moon
Paris, France is my heaven
Let’s stop with the stories
The hard hits for the impacts
Devil's bullets, I only think of your eyes
The tight pants
The clips loaded to knock them down hard
And we don’t know
If we’ll make it out alive
In the chaos
The crew is on high alert
