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 you don't find me
Because it may weigh on them
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 around Tijuana
In my Cheyenne of the year
Two men in the trunk
With a horn in each hand
From surveillance to cars
In case something strange happens
I will continue working
As long as you have buyers
In the United States
The best ones exist there
They buy a hundred kilos of powder
How to buy some flowers
I want to send a greeting
To all those present
Friends who are with me
And also to those who are absent
Let's toast to women
I always have them in my mind
My pride to be from Sinaloa
I say it where I want
State of many roosters
Who are prisoners
But this rooster is braver
He sings to them in his henhouse
Be careful, gentlemen
They are looking for death
I don't know fear
I had no luck with that
I'm near Mazatlan
Land of the pure brave
