El Pesado
Los Tucanes de Tijuana
The Heavy
Things got good
Go the grassy race
Passing a bag
The kind they call washed
They say they are vitamins
To endure the sleeplessness
The friend who is heavy
It can be fixed anywhere
Here in everyone's presence
Two, three or four are thrown
And if someone sues her
Well, they kill him on the way back
That's why it's much better
Let the ball roll
They control the square
And claim no joke
Because the one who does it appears
Sheltered on the hill
If many people fear us
It's because we are heavy
Everyone carries their race
In case something strange happens
They know they have permission
To kill if necessary
He who is brave, is brave
And without making so much noise
Here lower your hand
They can finish you
So with those people,
Spitting is not allowed
The square will always be
The one who has the most balls
Once again I clarify
Take your precautions
Because goat horns
They come from a thousand directions
