I was government people
In the twomiles
In Tijuana 0-10 with the rifles,
I got along very well
I was a minister of the law,
I remember a white malibu
Well placid look at me,
R 15 in the patrol
And 9 to the belt,
Guero that was not very tall or short
From culiacan benia,
I sweat to have
From below you could see that the wey was bringing eggs,
Chorus
Over time people change
The old man was not so attentive
He looked at that high
And where did it come from?
To whom he said he could not
So you know how much I was dragged
They are going to tell me my life,
Music...
I did stuck everything and it's not a lie
From Culiacan to the line I went one day
And there was where I stayed
Net of all jale
I remember I was a butcher in a Calimax once,
Time gave me everything, I followed
the plate was respected and I knew it
Pure student 10, with weapons sack 100
If you do not ask the old man, because there he was,
Chorus
I got to lose her one night
The reason is already known
They were several against me, I just did not go,
One ahead would be
But other 7 asses touched me
And the R I did not bring.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)