I would have reacted but the super
the bullets went through the mini copper fiber
and I could not, I was shuffled, that night I did not escape
nimodo my plebones we were the chikillo mafia
I would have answered them but they did not give me time
he would not exist today I become a memory
I do not feel sorry, bitter Christmas, pasarami family
I'm sorry my friend Chango, death was after me
an orange mini copper, circulated in monte bello
two cars saw it, did not want to step on the brake
and burning the pavement responded like the anthrax
Like Mr. Rodrigo, stories were not I knew
they did not give time of anything, the super chuki fell
we were the chikillo mafias
(Music)
a man aya in san diego cries from a cell
they were so many adventures that they lost the account
hard life, those trips by yacht, and the parties by tijuana
the fights with the chavez and the morras were not lacking
they did not know how to get there ps was not gentle the foal
long-range impacts reach the objective
goodbye chikillo, a dog barks its owner, smelling mermaid cries
I was with the Cheroke and a nine firewood
the people of the frog will always remember it
by the beaches of chelja by maza and by durango
Antonio Avendaño, the empire of the Mayans, of the same Guero bastidas
to the unruly crowd they saw how they wanted it
the hill of the vigia, the streets of monte bello
the chikillo knew, that the thing was serious
already came the eternal rest and not the free my chango
no matter how hard you tried, I lost with this 9
they make nest in my chest that sad 24
chikillo we will miss you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)