[Intro]
El Chapo, donde esté peligroso?

[Verse 1]
Say Gringo, what will you rap about us?
Another pilgrim who wandered here?
To see how on the end of the world
In the land where blood, tequila and oil in the daylight flows
So close to States yet so far from God
So close to paradise yet so far from God
Another adventure awaits
It’s the fun crew - Arriba! Que viva Mexico!
Be watchful like never, hot gazes in the chilly alleys
And the beauty in here is equal to the harm
Even though every other man has a cross around his neck
It’s the real life, not some soap operas
Police and the cartels, both are one business
With a mutual wallet
If you go along the border then hide yo’ camera, Gringo

[Chorus]
Through the crowded city streets rushes solitarily a free man
If you ever wanted to take something from him, well, he doesn’t even have anything on him
Through the crowded city streets rushes a man free like a bird
He’s got sky on his head and respect for the women
Always grins, hands on the guitar, put tequila on the bar

[Bridge 1]
Quebahombre, aj jaja jaj, Quebahombre
Aj, Quebahombre, aj jaja jaj, Quebahombre
Aj...

[Verse 2]
Now say Gringo, why’d you ask ‘bout the States?
Here no one is fired up about the Yankee shit...
You’ll get it once you see the faces over the fence...
Who dream to turn Tijuana into San Diego...
You’ll get it once you see our beaches in Tulum...
And kids playing volleyball on both sides of the wall...
You’ll get it once you see our cities, our ruins...
Upon which the world starts and ends and we say that...
Gods are born here...
And Aztecs left their beautiful trace behind...
You’ll get it once you see the women in Playa Del Carmen...
You could’ve seen Castellitto and Brian De Palma...
But Passion in here is other than elsewhere...
They’ll get it once you ask them motherfuckers about Texas, Gringo…
Aj ja ja ja ja jaj...

[Bridge 2]
This rap is a fuckin’ real talk...
Remember what we had to greet next year?
This rap is a fuckin’ real talk...
Remember what we had to greet next year?

[Chorus]
Through the crowded city streets rushes solitarily a free man...
If you ever wanted to take something from him, well, he doesn’t even have anything on him...
Through the crowded city streets rushes a man free like a bird...
He’s got sky on his head and respect for the women...
Always grins, hands on the guitar, put tequila on the bar...

[Bridge 1]
Quebahombre, aj jaja jaj, Quebahombre
Aj, Quebahombre, aj jaja jaj, Quebahombre
Aj...

[Verse 3]
Gringo, visit Puebla plaza and fold the crunchy taco in half...
Where macho, like a king, goes hard near the haciendas...
Where chicas on the balconies yell at ya...
Then they cry like coyotes, wanting you to kiss their hand...
I know these locos, who at night clean their steel cold guns...
Then they ask God to forgive them their mistakes...
I know amigos in Oaxaca who play all the time...
Mariachi me acompañan cuando canto mi canción...
Quebahombre!

[Outro]
El fuego que era a veces propio
La ceniza siempre ajena
Blanca esperma resbalando
Por la espina dorsal
Ya somos más viejos y sinceros
Qué más da
Si miramos la "laguna"
Como llaman a la eternidad
De la ausencia

[Bridge 1]
Quebahombre, aj...
Quebahombre, aj...