Las Heladas (part. Los Tucanes De Tijuana y Tapy Quintero)

I need some cold ones
To get me feeling right
And with that, in no time
I’ll be feeling like a champ
I know myself, I know myself
Get them for me, cousin

The cash gives me
What my body craves
Sometimes they send a band
Other times Los Chirrines
And so on and so forth
Everything you can imagine

I’m about to cause a ruckus
And let whoever wants to follow
We were born to party
We don’t lack for good times
There’s no struggle, no remedy
Just pure drunkenness

Cousin, you were taking too long
Pour some for my friends here
They’ve got dry throats
And their teeth are asleep
Only the cold ones
Were missing to be on point

Now let the polkas come
Goodbye to all the troubles
How nice it is to be nice
Beautiful life, let it end
But before that happens
The cold ones, let them pay

Little cold ones, don’t be missing
Because I get nervous
I can’t stand the dry law
That’s why I wet it down
I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve
That satisfy my cravings