Ridin with my 3 brothers, but my best friends my gun-
all are individuals, but descisions are made as one\
We dont know where we goin, we just roam aimlessley-
watching eachothers backs, to stay out-of-chans-you-see\
Cause if one of us falls, then we all fall together-
no matter where we are, no matter how the weather\
Ridin into towns, fuckin all the senioritas-
we the biggest outlaws, but the people flock ta meet us\
You should see how they treat us, talkin like were western gods-
at least one duel a day, but we always beat the odds\
When we step inta bars, they all stop and look-
like theyre seein heroes or legends that stepped out a book\
But like they say, dont judge us by the cover-
i'd do anything, even risk my life to save my brothers\
So if you mess with one, then you mess with all four-
and you dont want the four brother kickin down your front door\