Junior H - El Cherokon

Distinguido entre la lumbre, Cherokón SRT
Bien listo pa la pelea
Cuando lo miran dando guerra

Ya les pegué una bailada y aún no la pueden creer
Que el chavalo pudo hacerla
Ya no lo mirarán a penas

Yo soy quien reparte el polvo, usted dirá lo que hay que hacer
Yo reparto de la buena
Pa las mañas yo supe hacerla

Los carros deportivos, un SRT
La fiesta, una bandona donde sea que esté
Morras y compas
Los que me apoyan
Los que le atoran

Se va para Jalisco cuando no hay qué hacer
Y en Phoenix, Arizona se enseñó a mover
Quieren la buena
Márquenle al Greñas
Va a mi derecha

Le va compa Fred
Por Phoenix, Arizona Viejo, uh

Quiero agradecer su apoyo, especialmente al 16
Desde morro traigo escuela
La agarré del padrino Berna

¿Cómo olvidar el Guayabo?, el cerro me miró crecer
Entre brechas y veredas
Yo grito: Arriba la sierra

No doy clave, perfil bajo, solo me dicen: El Fred
O El manco de la sierra
Los saluda la Beretta

Los carros deportivos, un SRT
La fiesta, una bandona donde sea que esté
Morras y compas
Los que me apoyan
Los que le atoran

Se va para Jalisco cuando no hay qué hacer
Y en Phoenix, Arizona se enseñó a mover
Quieren la buena
Márquenle al Greñas
Va a mi derecha

Distinguished among the flames, Cherokón SRT
Well ready for the fight
When they see him waging war

I already gave them a dance they still can't believe
That the kid could do it
They won't look at him lightly anymore

I'm the one who distributes the dust, you'll say what needs to be done
I distribute the good stuff
I learned how to do it for the tricks

Sports cars, an SRT
The party, a big band wherever it is
Girls and friends
Those who support me
Those who stick with me

He goes to Jalisco when there's nothing to do
And in Phoenix, Arizona, he learned to move
They want the good stuff
Call Greñas
He's at my right

My friend Fred is with me
Through Phoenix, Arizona Viejo, uh

I want to thank you for your support, especially to the 16
Since I was a kid, I've had training
I got it from Godfather Berna

How can I forget Guayabo?, the hill watched me grow
Between ravines and paths
I shout: Up the mountain!

I don't give clues, low profile, they just call me: El Fred
Or the one-armed man from the mountains
The Beretta greets you

Sports cars, an SRT
The party, a big band wherever it is
Girls and friends
Those who support me
Those who stick with me

He goes to Jalisco when there's nothing to do
And in Phoenix, Arizona, he learned to move
They want the good stuff
Call Greñas
He's at my right