Komander
I retire very early from the command
I leave the mafia for always
Finally the times changed
There are very few decent people
I grew up among very fine gentlemen
With teams of brave people
Edition of Culiacán
You can not leave your post
You have earned it with a lot of work
They are several years of being in front
You can not leave us down
Our team is the most imposing
It is the # 1 market number
He who does not renew himself dies and knows it
Komander
I prefer to die of old age
I'm not any moored moored
I like to fight right
Edition of Culiacán
New times new solutions
And we remain firm in the plea
Komander
My abandoned ranch
Because of the war, it has been ending
The hills were filled with grass
Good smuggling was working
Where the band sounded years ago
There is only mourning and families crying
Edition of Culiacán
My respects for that past
But the business is already changing
15 kilos of grass per pound
What ice I'm sending you
More money causes more war
And truces today are left over
If this is Mafia, I better retire and affirm
With honors I take your place
The flag I bring to your chest
And for the oldies my respect
Your mafia and my mafia are different
Your retirement we take it for granted
Only among all we can make this a better place :)