Poncho Konos - T3R Elemento

Un avión comercial salió de Mazatlán

A Los Ángeles va a aterrizar

Viajó pa' Culiacán pa' la chamba buscar

Allá quería trabajar y ganar

La suela Louis Vuitton pa' delante le da

Pa' atrás no sabe andar

Le batallé bastante

Y pruebas de la vida pude superar

En un Mercedes negro a Las Vegas

Se va listo para enfiestarse a gozar

En un Cadillac blanco a alta velocidad

Con El Chino lo vieron llegar

Buchanan’s del 18 para Poncho Konos

Al Xalos llegó

Y si hay un problema un cargador extendido

Lo trae Genaro

Sé no traigo su sangre pero él es mi padre

Que nos apoyó y además

Una niña es mi vida, mi reina es mi hija

Y mi razón para luchar

No soy gente de nadie

No por mis tatuajes me van a juzgar

Me da igual un buen taco con un bote a un lado

Que un fino restaurant…

Y échele mi compa Kristo, ¡Puro T3R Elemento viejo!

Así es mi compa J Salázar, ¡y puro gang gang foo!

Miami y Nueva York para tirar el rol

Son gustos que se da el chavalón

Poncho ya se enfiestó, la noche ya llegó

Sirve aquí, del 18 pidió

Si en un tiempo no se pudo

Ahora sobran las ganas pa' andar de cabrón

Y una bella dama morenita o güera

No dicee que no

Los Ángeles mi casa

Del Este mi raza recuerden

No es bueno confiar San Juditas me cuida

Saben que la vida seguido se mira llegar

Poncho ya se despide, tiene rato libre, va pa' Culiacán

Caminen derecho

Si andan en lo chueco

Hay que saber andar…

¡Somos La R Records!

A commercial plane left Mazatlan

To Los Angeles is going to land

He traveled to Culiacán to look for the chamba

There I wanted to work and earn

The Louis Vuitton sole in the front gives it

Pa 'back does not know how to walk

I battled him enough

And tests of life I was able to overcome

In a black Mercedes to Vegas

He leaves ready to party to enjoy

In a speeding white Cadillac

With El Chino they saw him arrive

Buchanan's 18 for Poncho Konos

Xalos arrived

And if there is a problem an extended charger

Genaro brings it

I know I don't bring his blood from him but he is my father

That he supported us and also

A girl is my life, my queen is my daughter

And my reason to fight

I am nobody's people

They are not going to judge me for my tattoos

I don't care about a good taco with a boat on the side

What a fine restaurant…

And give him my friend Kristo, Pure old T3R Element!

This is my compa J Salazar, and pure gang gang foo!

Miami and New York to throw the role

They are tastes that the kid gives himself

Poncho has already had a party, the night has already arrived

Serve here, from 18 requested

If at one time it was not possible

Now there are plenty of desires to be a bastard

And a beautiful brunette or blonde lady

Don't say no

Los Angeles my home

From the East my race remember

It is not good to trust San Juditas takes care of me

They know that life is often seen to arrive

Poncho says goodbye, he has free time, he goes to Culiacán

walk straight

If they are in the crooked

You have to know how to walk...

We are La R Records!