Alias Jabón (part. Los Dareyes de La Sierra)

Wilber Varela was the man
Alias Soap was his nickname
He washed the coke like you can't imagine
He was The Soap, what do you guess they eat?
In his beginnings, he washed cars
And in the police, he had rank
And in the mafia, respected

Step by step you get further
People from the countryside full of advice
When cold blood was needed
It was always done what Soap said
And little by little, he climbed
And whoever got in the way, he removed
Until he took command

For those who know mathematics
Five hundred metric tons
He passed through Mexico and his partners
The Arellano and the Juarez Cartel
Ten billion
Oh, Colombia, don't end

And it seems like I'm in the mountains, Darey
That I roll up big, like in the old times, old man
Ha-ha!

Leader of the Cartel del Norte Del Valle
Airports full of pipers
He didn't have the neighboring country full
And chose to send them in submarines
He had a fondness for the pretty ones
And a Rolex got him the dates
I give you what you need

Half the world was already uncomfortable
And in Venezuela, the man gave an opportunity
He paid millions to be taken care of
But envy won the battle
If you kill with iron, you die with iron
He paid with the most expensive thing one has
Life and its pleasures

For those who know mathematics
Five hundred metric tons
He passed through Mexico and his partners
The Arellano and the Juarez Cartel
Ten billion
Oh, Colombia don't end