Sinaloense Es El Joven

Sinaloan is the young man
Of whom I'm going to talk
He started from the bottom
To be where he is now

Life's barriers
Have treated him badly
With the support of the big ones
He has grown more and more
Family is a key piece
To succeed and humility
And goals with effort
He has managed to overcome

Descendant of a small town
From Sonora up in the mountains
He's humble by heritage
Many people who love him

That's how he measures problems
Bad things will happen
Now he has what he wants
Many luxuries and more
Whipping around in cars
Riding in the latest models
He often stays up all night
Often hits the party

And a black raptor
Sports cars he already has
Very often flashy
In a presidential Mercedes
He's always seen dressed up
In his business-like demeanor
Closing several deals
In Colombia and Culiacán

But always stepping firm
Well marked and his red sole will shine
The girls amazed
Will surely catch their eyes

And there he goes for all the Sinaloa race
Pure High Consigna, man, yeah!

Through Tijuana the border
To San Diego he'll cross
With Jamaican clients
Who will buy the merchandise
The white stuff the Dutchmen cut
They'll roll it out
He wanders from side to side
No one knows where he is

The young man has a sharp mind
They won't know his identity
They only say they've seen him
In Vallarta and Mazatlán

Money makes men
Money moves mountains
The little packages with bills
Open doors with feats
With money the dog dances
That young man always says
He often takes flight
Traveling excessively, conquering
With Banda Renovación
Sinaloan is his favorite
And to sing the ballads
La Consigna is the chosen one

Enjoying a good trip
You'll see him on a yacht
With women by his side
He's always liked to roam
True friends he'll count on
Resting from work
And closing tasks already
Betting several thousands
In casinos at the blackjack table

Very discreet and straightforward
You'll see him around Las Vegas