Paso En Culiacán (part. Junior H)

A smile I saw on his face
Dressed in black, looking good
A little Mustang for a ride
Burning rubber on the boulevard
And it seems he's already happy

Parked in the middle of the street
Doors open, set the mood
A shout in the wind was heard
And he turned up the music
As if there's no tomorrow

I don't know the reason anymore
And even Serenata arrived
I also saw some green bundles
In his pants

Uh!
He's heading to Culiacán, old man
All about Junior H
And up with Sonora, old folks
Ayayay

He put his finger in his mouth
To those who looked for trouble
Without much talk, he sat them down
And slapped the two big ones
He doesn't like to show off

After the inconveniences
He took out some bills again
We went to Culiacán
With some very relaxed ladies
Colombian girls, the buddies

My buddy got upset
Called for his recersor
The people are very active
Soon the crew arrived
They stayed up for three days
A band and a norteño group

I don't know the reason anymore
And even Serenata arrived
I also saw some green bundles
In his pants