El Rojo
Beto Quintanilla
The Red One
If they hear me talk about the red one
I won't talk about colors
I speak of a brave man
From the ejido of the flowers
Mero Ocampo, Tamaulipas
Recognized as a man.
Ejido Flores Magon
The blackberry and the wall
Where Rogelio walks around
And makes the gunfire sound
The tiger and Puerto Virgen
Don't stray from his squad.
He really likes weapons
And gunshots excite him
His pleasure is women
Even if he dies in their arms
He really likes danger
Walking arm in arm with death.
He is Rogelio Rodriguez
Everyone calls him the red one
There in North Carolina
Everyone does as he pleases
He would like to die one day
For some pretty eyes.
He quickly earned money
But easy, I don't think so
Jails and cemeteries
Are full of sheep
Who thought that a shootout
Was a way to earn money.
He drives a black Suburban
And a double cab
It's a 4x4
That makes him more cornered
In California he loads them
All the way to North Carolina.
His cousins Emerson Salas
And also Lupillo Olvera
Here's a greeting to them
Crossing borders
To the Tijerina brothers
Who stroll in Reynosa.
His brother Ricky Rodriguez
Is inseparable from the red one
They give their lives for each other
And fear no one
They are friends in good times
And who knows in bad times.
Brave as a beast
The red one has his fame
The day I die
Let them play with the band
Just brave corridos
And bury me with my weapons.
