El Malo de Culiacán

The would have no longer exists, there is no tomorrow, it's over
The past left scars, but I think time removed them
Today exactly in the month of December
It's been twelve months since the bad guy left
For being stuck, for not being left
I think that for a man
Oh, you judge

A super, a nine, a goat's horn
An R, what difference does it make?
I proudly carried
A three eighty that saw my end
And what was the point of bringing a bigger rifle that day?
If they don't let it be?
Brave cowards, lying hitmen
They come from behind
I couldn't defend myself

I accumulated many points
Walking in the water well
I always walked
with the guera
In good and bad
I'm just asking you a favor
Don't leave my brother alone
Pass my score
My accumulated bonuses
Together we were the Ying Yan
I was the black one
He is the target
He is kind hearted
I was just bad

(And this is not something to make you cry either)
(It's so that they throw one at my health)
(But on Cinco de Mayo)

I still had a taco
Before dying in a restaurant
Without knowing what was going to hit
A little lead a few more minutes
Damn, you sure behaved badly
You never wanted to open the door for me
I wanted to jump out the window
But I couldn't anymore, how bad the Nissan turned out

I managed to eat fritters
Sarcastically before Christmas
I had a couple of jokes ready
There it failed me, I couldn't get there anymore
I didn't know the eleven, I was missing six days
They'll tell me about it when they're here.
There you get the account
My numbers and dates
For those who don't know
I was the bad guy from Culiacán

Well although at the end of everything
I don't think I was that bad
Only when offered
Or if the high command said
Don't get tangled
Do not believe that I have been reincarnated
They are seeing my carnal
Although maybe I'm there
Many still here wonder
What if I pulled the trigger?
I can't answer them
See how the hammer turned out.