El Guero Lobo

The chivo horn resounds
When he remembers his brother
He rolls the 'r' in the wind
When he's partying
And shakes the '11'
To the sound of the centenario

They call him the blond wolf
The bosses of the high command
The '1' is the golden key
In the radio numbers
He's part of the support team
Of Mr. Joaquin 'El Chapo'

In a convoy of trucks
He cruises in the cross of Elota
They're lined with armor
And escort gunmen
He carries a military arsenal
Of the ones that start wars

I'm a man of my word
That's why I keep moving forward
I've risen from the bottom
Now I'm the one in charge
I don't like to talk too much
If there's no agreement, there are bullets

Listen, Mr. Lawyer
Count on me and my men
The same goes for the buddy
For the junior and also for the '12'
And for those who have doubts
The 2-3 is in my blood

With a drink and the band playing
Play me my brother's song
Get ready, I have the horn
I'm going to give it a pull
And I want you to repeat it
With the noteño playing