Come on you chilango dude,
what a lame job you had to deal with.
Is not nice to be wearing a tie
and knock it of with the tray.
As fat as a bedbug,
more corrupted than an illegal product.
With a gun and a night stick
I can switch you to work as a bodyguard.
I prefer to have a beer
and luckily I’ll sleep with girl.
Working as a taxi driver
I got plenty drink and party.
If I crash, I get a bump on my head.
The police is not very friendly;
they work annoying us that do work
and their days go by demanding bribes from the ones that work.
In the night I show up at the club
“Come on, dude” says the girl;
while rivers of people gather up (in the club)
The party gets started.
[Chorus]
Pachucos, cholos y chundos (see foot notes),
dresses and bad outfits.
Here the bros do a good job (referring to dancing)
and they dance “tibiri tabara” (meaningless phrase) x3
I better have a beer
and luckily I’ll sleep with girl.
Working as a taxi driver
I have plenty drink and party.
My “ñero” (bro) is way better than the band
and he sing anything.
He lives of pills (drugs)
alcohol, pot and junk food.
[Chorus] x2
Robbing everywhere
there goes the chilanga gang (any gang from Mexico City)
F**k you if you swear against me
and careful since it might pay back to you.