El Rojo

They call me red in a white Daytona
In which I navigate with my clique
You know I always go full throttle
Not to mention with the girls, I'm a stud

Very simple I am, why be conceited if in the end
I don't have to answer to any bastard
I simply live my life and enjoy it

We struggled to get where we are
No one gave it to us, I come from below
But upwards I go with the prayers
Of my mother and also of my God

I always remember those times on the street
Being a troublemaker defending the neighborhood
With the Odiens and a carnal Fuscon
Eler, I don't forget you, you come with me

That engine roars, it's got balls
The 392 doesn't back down, over 100-60
The tachometer marks zero
Fear, they already know, that's why my rooster is for

I'm from Jalisco raised in Denver, Colorado
Because that's how it is, with a shot of tequila
I toast like on the ranch, a hug
For my grandfather who is in heaven

I smoke a good dap very calmly
Eyes closed, they must see me enjoying
With friends who are true
In a caravan, cruising down the highway

They call me red in a white Daytona
In which I navigate with my clique
You know I always go full throttle
I retire at 100-60 smoking a blunt