Era Cabrón El Viejo
Luis y Julián
The Old Man Was a Badass
He was coming down from the hill
On his horse
Wild and free
Running from that lieutenant
In charge
Of a squad
What those punks didn’t know
Was that the old man was
A badass
Paulino
Grew some weed
In the ravine of the hill
But he never imagined
That someone would snitch on him
That’s why the feds
Were after him for no reason
He set up an ambush
By the side of the road
He took two hits
And a swig of wine
They’re gonna find out
Who the old man Paulino is
You can hear the thundering of horses
Through the canyon
Of Olivo
Paulino was taking risks
And always
Came out alive
He just pulled the trigger
On his trusty
Assault rifle
I just need the snitch
To finish
My revenge
From my point of view
I think it’s my buddy
I’m gonna find him at his ranch
To beat the hell out of him
There will be many goodbyes
But none like this one
One, two, three, four, five
Five, four, three, two, one
Paulino was always a badass
Since he was in the cradle
