The gun in the waist, and in the boots a tamale
They surrounded him on the street, seven of the Judicial
They asked for the bag, he did not want to give it to them
As they put finger on him, he was surrounded by the troca
The commander shouted, we know what loads coca
The case do not make it big, go remove the boot
Juan Manuel answered him, to bring her I do not shave
I know that he also likes it, with pleasure I share it
But if he wants it all, with his men I kill myself
With the gun in his hand, and his finger on the trigger
They noticed in his look, that he is a determined man
Because they had him surrounded, but he looked calm
I do not deal with mamosos, and I entered the tamale
Do not get tough, you're going to have a hard time
Before he continued, a bullet hit Juan
Agents fired, but not with aim
Juan was not arrested, they escaped that day
The commander is dead, for a tamale he wanted
Only among all we can make this a better place :)