El Muchachon Lyrics English Translation by Los Gemelos De Sinaloa
(feat. El Fantasma)
A corrido for the big shot
Fierro, my old man
And up with the fucking Gemeliza, hell yeah
And straight-up gangsta corrido, old man
A corrido for the big shot
Who makes money on the low
Always moving forward in the business
They call him El Güeris
We’re based out in Los Angeles
Here we go for the long haul, I’m blowing money left and right
Some badass corridos to warm up
With a little bump just in case there’s action
That’s how I party when I’m piloting the plane
I don’t care, those are my tastes
And I don’t offend anyone, but that’s just how I am
I’m always on top of things and steady at my post
Here we go, but going hard
Real happy with all my partners
They just let me know some stacks are coming in
Of course, bro, this is where we party
Keep it private, we’ll head to a club
Those are my tastes, that’s why we work
And up with the Gemeliza, my old man
La Empresa SM
The all-nighter
Fierro, flash, to hell with it
And cheer up, bro, uah
There so you can check the info
If you already know the Sabritas, why do you want Cheetos?
Let’s go
And that’s why we work, my bro
There you go, my old man
They’ve betrayed me several times now
They’ve never beaten me and I’ve never backed down
The regular kind, I brush ’em off to the side
I forgot about being humble, here’s my hand
They’ve betrayed me several times now
Watch out for the wolf and the [?]
My bag of [?] reminds me well of my steps
My dear mother who gave me life
She knows that I love her
Even though she’s scolded me many times
Her son’s still alive, even though he walks a bad path
Such wise advice is what has helped me
With this one I’m leaving, with this one I say goodbye
Shoutout to the family, El Güerin’s still alive
A hug for my kids, they’re my greatest blessing
Shoutout to the crew, even though I don’t mention names
My bag from all the way to Denver has never let me down
We keep moving forward, they’ve nicknamed me El Güeris
We’ll link up in a bit, a call is coming in
A little group to roll at a hundred
A deep breath to roll at a million
That’s how I party when I get the parranda going
I don’t care, those are my tastes
I don’t offend anyone, sir
Here I extend my hand, the march keeps on going here
And the march keeps on going, my bro
Straight-up gangsta corrido, old man