Clave Privada
Banda El Recodo De Cruz Lizárraga
Private Key
They say they are looking for me
They want to grab me
Pray to God not to find me
Because it can weigh them down
My people drive me crazy
When I order him to kill
I was poor for a long time
Many people humiliated me
And I started making money
Things are turned upside down
Now they call me boss
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
Car surveillance
In case something strange happens
I will continue working
As long as you have buyers
In the U.S
There are the best
They buy a hundred kilos of powder
How to buy some flowers
I want to send greetings
To everyone present
Friends who are with me
And also to the absent
Let's drink to women
I always have them in my mind
My pride is to be Sinaloan
I say it where I want
State of many roosters
who are prisoners
But this rooster is braver
He sings to them in his chicken coop
Be careful, gentlemen.
They are looking for death
I don't know fear
I had no luck for that
I'm from Mazatlán
land of brave cigars
