Pa' Los Plebes y Mis Compas
Los Tigres del Norte
For the Homies and My Buddies
If you gotta laugh, then laugh
If you gotta sing, then sing
If you gotta cry, then cry
Now homies, let the tambora lead us
If you gotta love him, you love him
If you gotta adore him, you adore him
If you gotta beg him, you beg him
Now buddies, let the tambora lead us
And in Culiacán they call me the culichi
In Mazatlán, you see the balls bouncing
In Mocorito, you hear the guns singing
Now homies, let the tambora lead us
Don't bend before the impossible
Even if the wind comes at a hundred miles per hour
For the thirst, carry the cantinflora
Now buddies, let the tambora lead us
And in Culiacán they call me the culichi
In Mazatlán, you see the balls bouncing
In Mocorito, you hear the guns singing
Now homies, let the tambora lead us
