People like us only had two options to get out of the neighborhood
To be criminals or to become famous
And we were already the first

He likes the night, money, and women
They call him Catrín but he fulfills his duties
He lacks nothing, he has everything he wants
He has style to spare, he walks with all the powers

At night on the boulevard, he empties his wallet
He worries about nothing, he has respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some made him less, but he was never just anyone
Night on the boulevard, he empties his wallet
He worries about nothing, he has respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some made him less, but he was never just anyone

Some call him Catrín, others call him a rapper
Money is the first thing from December to January
The owner of the business that started as a delivery boy
Now he is the real deal with pure foreign ass
I swear the messenger knows the whole map
He leaves perfumed, he has a concert at 12
He coughs and coughs, my boy avoids contact
And Catrín's block at night doesn't recognize you
Tank top, a medusa on the belt
Well-polished shoe, a glass of red wine
Different, his arrival at some bar is noticeable
He walks with a broken heart around the boulevard
He throws money like crazy because he can't find a way
To pay the price of a true story
Thanks to fate that gave me sincere people
They already know on the street who is the most, die

At night on the boulevard, he empties his wallet
He worries about nothing, he has respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some made him less, but he was never just anyone
Night on the boulevard, he empties his wallet
He worries about nothing, he has respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some made him less, but he was never just anyone

The disappeared, they call him in the neighborhood
Where does he get money that he seems like a mercenary
The street knows him, he controls the whole gang
Some say he is good, others say he is bad
He lives working, generating bills
Crazy from time to time, walking around Mexico
Respect is the first thing and life is expensive
That's why he wants money, he's always looking for cash
Ironed shirt, his golden chain
He likes drugs, alcohol, and dawn
He doesn't exchange a friendship for a skirt
He watches his back from the traitors
He is the gangster Catrín and he is a bum
They always see him lighting another joint
The most pointed out, the biggest stoner
The most wanted and one hundred percent Mexican

At night on the boulevard, he empties his wallet
He worries about nothing, he has respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some made him less, but he was never just anyone

Night on the boulevard, he walks with his wallet
He worries about nothing, he has respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some made him less, but he was never just anyone

Outside they call him Catrín (the Catrín)
The neighborhood calls him Catrín (the Catrín)
Mexico calls him Catrín (the Catrín)
Colombia calls him Catrín (the Catrín)
In California, he is Catrín (the Catrín)
In Ecuador, he is Catrín (the Catrín)
And a thousand Latinos, Catrín (the Catrín)
And a thousand Latinos, Catrín (the Catrín)
Outside they call him Catrín (the Catrín)
The neighborhood calls him Catrín (the Catrín)
Mexico calls him Catrín (the Catrín)
Colombia calls him Catrín (the Catrín)
In California, he is Catrín (the Catrín)
In Ecuador, he is Catrín (the Catrín)
And a thousand Latinos, Catrín (the Catrín)
And a thousand Latinos, Catrín (the Catrín)

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