Dr. Fonseca died, but his sister did not die
The one they brought on the list did not manage to finish it
They gave him 15 bullets the babe managed to save her
La chocha spoke to the girl She told him where they had dinner,
When the girl arrived, she found her shot
He managed to save his life today working associates.
From Jalisco to Culiacán, from Culiacán Tijuana
They transport chiva and coca and of marijuana pylon
They change it to the gringos for pure frog leathers
La chocha brings r15, the baby kid horn
Everyone who crosses, they tear it to pieces
The drug is never lost, it always arrives at its destination.
Once they were arrested when leaving Culiacán
On the mere boardwalk, the police surrounded them
They were loaded with drugs that led to deliver
The girl says to the chocha this she already sensed
But my horn loves to break the cops
And the chocha answers him as my rf15 guides me
They opened fire suddenly, the law did not expect it
Falling all to the ground with the shattered face
Never want to kick with Sanzon.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)