Fumando José y el Nino (feat. MysDiggi)

Outlaws out to win after wrangling Saddling up their stallions to start galloping Dare another challenge 'em they'll swear to come & handle 'em Round 'em all up as if they're bringing all the cattle in The winds brought a band of them who came to tell people The legend of Fumando José and El Níno Tell 'em everywhere, better get prepared 'cause when they hear the... That means they want your hands in the air now Click, click. Everywhere keep 'em there now Swear down, want to see them all air bound Click, click. Stick your hands in the air You don't have to be scared of what's happening in here Just aware what you're carrying has to be shared now Click, click. Stick your hands in the air now Click, click. Stick your hands in the air now Bandoleros out for more than just to stack dinero A pack of weirdos, disguised as a gang of heroes Racketeering yet attracting earholes Whenever static's been pushed up to ten, they'll pull it back to zero From sun-up, a bunch of friendly musicians But moonshine's the light on the truth when all the loot's missing Tamed bronco's, pulled dames from their honchos And made a lot go sing out in the rain in their ponchos That's why your so called town sheriff will frown, jealous Of these loud fellas in your town who sound hellish They'll raid out your cellars without a premise In and out your premises but still leave the crowd a message To never trust a man if a wheel on his wagon's loose And always chase rattlesnake venom down with cactus juice Keep 'em mesmerized till it's time to bounce All singing to the rhythms known to hypnotize the crowd Who've been misguided in direction But now they learn about the truth which lies in their possessions The narrow minds soon open to the tiniest suggestions All because of these guys smiling in their stetsons Who seem wilder than a western Others try it but there's none that seem to know why The only thing they're moving is the tumbleweed that rolls by Everywhere, better get prepared 'cause when you hear the... That means they want your hands in the air now Click, click. Everywhere keep 'em there now Swear down, want to see them all air bound Click, click. Stick your hands in the air You don't have to be scared of what's happening in here Just aware what you're carrying has to be shared now Click, click. Stick your hands in the air now Click, click. Stick your hands in the air now And you better keep 'em there or else bro Word to the spurs and the leather boot shell-toes Putting in the work to make you learn though It's gonna be a showdown till it's a ghost town So let the world know About the legend that'll live forever Gang of bandits that had the masses clambering together Through every place that they went, never paying the rent But always paid some attention by every lady and gent At major events, they'd hear the news of wise goons Mainly known for taking over your saloon at high-noon Who were sticking up the towns, hit 'em with a couple rounds Always aiming for the sole to have 'em kicking up the ground Till the dust is settled, some will never touch the levels Quite clear they'll have you scrapping ideas, quick as rusty metal Tell your trusty steed, better up it's speed, giddy up indeed Plus you'll need to take a bunch of heed Click, click. Stick your hands in the air now Click, click. Stick your hands in the air now...