They say they're looking for me
They want to grab me
Pray God not to find me
Because you can weigh them
My people are driving me crazy
When I ordered him to kill
I was poor for a long time
Many people humiliated me
Start earning money
Things are flipped
Now they call me patron
I have my private key
I walk through Tijuana
In my Cheyenne of the year
Two men in the trunk
With a horn in each hand
Two car surveillance
In case something strange happens
I will continue working
While you have buyers
In the U.S
There are the best
They buy a hundred kilos of powder
How to buy flowers
I want to send a greeting
To all the presents
Friends who are with me
And also to the absent
Let's drink for women
I always bring them to my mind
My pride is to be Sinaloan
I say it where I want
State of many roosters
That today they are prisoners
But this cock is braver
He sings to them in his henhouse
Be careful gentlemen
They are looking for death
I do not know fear
For that I had no luck
I'm near Culiacán
Valley of brave cigars
Only among all we can make this a better place :)