El hijo de Tijuana

Kids of the wildflower, open it up, it’s on fire
Don’t cross the snakes, or you might get knocked down
If you’re in my way, I’ll move you, it’s become my routine

I’m pure Tijuana, born and raised here
I’m no sheep, folks, and I carry stacks of cash
That’s why you see me spending, just living it up

I used to run a taco stand in Tijuana, I’m not ashamed, folks
Now I’m a businessman, not saying I’m the best
But some up there owe me big favors

Whoever cooperates with me, I always help out
I’m very grateful, but I can be tough,
If you can’t handle the heat, I’ve always punished you

I mark my territory, so no one steps in
And if they do, I’ll kick them out, with a machine gun
So they learn that no one rides my bike

I’m a man of my word, and I don’t talk nonsense
If I say "the donkey is dark," I’ve got the proof in my hand
Whoever makes deals with me, I never let them down, buddy

I have few friends, just people who help me
The kind that kill and bury, no doubt about it
When I make a move, things get serious

Tijuana, you can’t imagine how much I love you,
I’m not planning to leave you, I’ll die on your soil
How could I not love you, when money is made here?