Quebonafide - Quebahombre

[Intro: Quebonafide]
El Chapo, donde esté peligroso?

[Roundup 1: Quebonafide]
Tell Gringo, what will you rap about us?
Another pilgrim who wandered here?
See how at the end of the world
Blood is poured, tequila and oil in full sun
So close to the States, yet so far from God
So close to paradise, yet so far from God
Another adventure awaits
It's a cheerful crew - Arriba! Que viva Mexico!
Be alert as never, hot gaze, among the cold streets
And beauty here as well as harm
Although every other has necklace with a cross
It's a real life, not a telenovela
Police, cartels and both are one business
With a shared wallet
If you go along the border then hide your camera, Gringo

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
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 has a sky on his head, respect for women
Always smiles wide when he plays, tequila on the bar

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

[Roundup 2: Quebonafide]
Tell Gringo, why did you ask about the States?
Here no one is fascinated about the Yankees
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
Kids playing volleyball on both sides of the wall
You'll get it once you see our cities, ruins
Where the world starts and ends, we say
That the Gods are born here
And Aztecs left their beautiful trace behind
You'll get it once you see women on Playa Del Carmen
You could've see Castellitto and Brian De Palma
But this passion here is other than elsewhere
You'll get it once you ask motherfuckers about Texas, Gringo ...
Aj jaja jaj!

[Bridge 2: Quebonafide]
This rap is a fucking real talk
Remember what we had to greet next year?
This rap is a fucking real talk
Remember what we had to greet next year?

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
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 has a sky on his head, respect for women
Always smiles wide when he plays, tequila on the bar

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

[Roundup 3: Quebonafide]
Gringo, go to the square in Puebla, crunchy taco roll in half
Where macho, like a king, goes hard near the haciendas
Where chicks on the balconies yell at ya
Then they cry like coyotes, they want you to kiss their hands
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: Quebonafide]
Quebahombre, aj ...
Quebahombre, aj ...