Sound the band, Shake horns
Play corridos, I walk on the ground
I'm going to piste until it's amanesca
Or until the body holds the party
Here in enpalme, Sonora & clika
The company is big, It's the same line
Right arm I earned it
It has not been easy for me
I know I'm 100 with the old
Why I like to pull right
Hector ayala, they call me
The Chinese company for the pleated
Good friends everywhere
Why am I a man, do not complain
No bodyguards, no gunmen
Only one super for respect
There are no enemies, there is no clika
And if there are problems it is because of envy
I'm not a mafioso, I'm a businessman
The lawyers, they checked
No longer seek him if they do not find him
Why do you see one day it bursts
And sometimes I do not have the patience
I get bravo & settle accounts
Compa puppy I'm like bone
For the viejon I pay my respects
Together we pull, together we win
Guadalajara continues to raffle
Active business, people operating
& the government continues to cooperate
Of culiacan me voi pa sonora
And of sound I'm going to guanatos
In a well-contracted lightning
Towards the homeland walking
Looking for morras, pa the encerrona
Pa that amanesca pisteando
Only among all we can make this a better place :)