Hijos de La Gata Blanca
Los Cadetes de Linares
Sons of The White Cat
Near the hill by the chair, 2 little twins were born,
Like 2 peas in a pod, they grew up together,
Raised among drugs, they're known as the little cats.
They come from a good school, their mother was their teacher,
To deliver a load, they've never been late,
And if a checkpoint stops them, their mother takes care of that.
Sons of the white cat, mafiosos at heart,
Always trafficking the white stuff, in trucks or by plane,
They're the sharpest ones, in Houston and in Nuevo León.
Brave and the color, they inherited from their mother,
Remember the cop, she killed at a dance,
The people wonder, if that dude was their father.
The cops respect them, because they're of great value,
Always at parties picking up, the best girls around,
And without a fight they sing, they bring down the champion.
Sons of the white cat, mafiosos at heart,
Always trafficking the white stuff, in trucks or by plane,
They're the sharpest ones, in Houston and in Nuevo León.
