Vida Mafiosa - El Komander

Sentado en una hielera

Y escuchando un corrido

Le jale a un cuerno de chivo

Sentado en una hielera

Y escuchando un corrido

Le jale a un cuerno de chivo

Rodeado de mis amigos

Con los versos recordaba

Todo lo que en vida he sido

Se me calento el terreno

Me buscaban por mafioso

Me achacaron varias muertes

Por la prensa publicaron

Y como si fuera poco

Hasta rifles me achacaron

Me pierdo por temporadas

Cuando no hay que dar la cara

Oscurece y no amanece

Si se trata de una chamba

Yo no tengo quien me empuje

Solito me aviento al agua

Me gusta escuchar consejos

Pero no me manden nada

Cuando algo me sale mal

Ami nadie me regaña

Me paseo por donde quiera

Con damas y camaradas

sitting in a cooler

And listening to a corrido

I pulled a goat's horn

sitting in a cooler

And listening to a corrido

I pulled a goat's horn

surrounded by my friends

With the verses she remembered

All that in life I have been

The ground warmed up

They were looking for me as a gangster

I was blamed for several deaths

By the press they published

And as if that were not enough

Even rifles blamed me

I lose myself for seasons

When you don't have to show your face

It gets dark and it doesn't dawn

If it is a job

I have no one to push me

Alone I throw myself into the water

I like to hear advice

But don't send me anything

when something goes wrong

ami no one scolds me

I walk wherever I want

With ladies and comrades