The kid is doing well now, he's got the Cheyenne
Bundles rain, rain, because I knew how to make it
Black Challenger and the engine roars
When I floor it, I like to race
Respectable people beside the old man
Good in business, things to learn
Since I was a wild kid, they know I jump in
And here on the border, I fired shots

There are several assholes who have already forgotten
That I lent them a hand and even fed them
The kid is doing well now, bundles rain, rain
The youngsters are like chickens, good at running
For the kidnappings, two or three are lions
They arrive where they should, pure work at a hundred
He's doing well now, riding in the car
Burning a Backwood, I like the honey one

And the kid is doing well now, old man
And that's how Marca Registrada sounds
And his buddy Óscar Maydon

We are not royalty, but we crown
And here in the States, I navigate at a hundred
Good connections, they reach the east
Here in some wagons, on top of the train
Youngsters patrolling, carrying devices
They keep staring and there's no shortage of the coward
Who throws the stone and hides his hand
Son, have some balls, face the confrontation

Always well present the old man's support
One call is enough and he gives attention
The kid is doing well now, bundles rain, rain
The youngsters are like chickens, good at running
For the kidnappings, two or three are lions
They arrive where they should, pure work at a hundred
He's doing well now, riding in the car
Burning a Backwood, I like the honey one

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