And once again, I took a hard hit, I’m out here getting things done
And God is watching over me
Don’t ask what I’ve got in my cup
The style I carry looks like a thug’s
From excesses, I’ve noticed, but always sharp when it comes to work
The band plays, bring me a cold one
Live music, the guitars are playing
Those rolling with me already know the deal
Bro, bring the Coronas, bring the girls
They know I’m the man, no one steps up to me
With just a few words, I make myself clear
And I’m out cruising, they see me partying
Girls dancing, and I’m having a great time
Keeping a low profile, not getting carried away
They see me geared up, but it’s all good
But it’s all good, bro
Pure 413, shout out to Guanajuato
The adrenaline hits me, and without even thinking
The engine hums, and I’m all laid-back
I confidently press the pedal to the metal
From LA to Toronto, smooth, the crew is on point
We’re here, and in Guanajuato
That’s where the neighborhood we remember is
When the party’s good, dawn catches us
With a joint, strolling with my beer
Chilling with my buddies, all relaxed
Girls in the club popping champagne
Just by the way I’m dressed, they think we’re shady
I’m packing, the one that stays by my side
They saw me cruising with my bag hanging
Red eyes, they see me
In thug mode, and I carry my rosary
With stacks, all of them hundreds