Old man, crank up the volume To feel the rush of adrenaline from throwing punches Just be careful with the radio (Just be careful with the radio) Pass me a Marlboro, the red ones I've been craving those for a while, my heart was racing Cuz that's just how it goes The tough ones for the impacts The devil's bullets, I only think about your eyes The tight leg holsters The loaded clips to knock their snot out And we don't know if we'll make it out alive Things are wild, the little one is sharp Pure Fuerza Regida, man What a mess! Straight up, they're just cartoons Smacks for the guys from the heights, big shades for the winds The GT500 is ready Golden grips shine on the waist With the horn, I'll take you to the moon, Paris, France is my heaven Let's stop with the stories The tough ones for the impacts The devil's bullets, I only think about your eyes The tight leg holsters The loaded clips to knock their snot out And we don't know if we'll make it out alive Things are wild, the little one is sharp