El Hijo Del Animal

I'm the son of that Michoacán man
Who they tried to kill out of pure jealousy
Supported by two guys from Sinaloa
By Joaquín Guzmán and Mr. Mayo

To my father, I'm The Cub
I take pride in carrying his blood
He passed down all his smarts to me
So I can get ahead in business

Life has hit me with several blows
When my dear mother passed away
In her arms, she took my brother
His name was Manuel, how we miss you

I have people who watch my back
Who risk their lives daily in the business
The lookout's always on alert
Watching day and night, keeping an eye out

We roam around various places
In bars, clubs, and other states
Even though things are really heated
I thank God, He’s always kept us safe

My passion has always been women
Just like my father, I'm a lover
To the ladies I've set my sights on
When I want them, I have them by my side

To my buddy Jaime Fernández
I send a shout-out, also to Los Grandes
And for the group of the fine kings
They’ve inherited the blood of Grandes

Money has earned me respect
I have the cunning and power to command
My claws are sharp and ready
I am The Cub, son of The Beast