El Malo de La Tía

Those who once looked at him affirm
That the bad guy carried his .380 between his waist and belt
He didn't expect how they came at him with the skirt on
He didn't expect it would be more sleepless nights and they struggle to sleep

Since he was a kid, he thought and never imagined
Buying the truck he only saw in his dreams
Over the years, he learned about life and knew how to make money
He found himself among very important people and earned respect

He was a good man even though his race called him bad
He had what was valuable in his home
His princess, his mother, and wife

That old man who cried when he saw the box
Thinks and thinks, that's all he does
Since his pride left him

It's December and they won't make it to January
They already have the green light from the real good ones

He walked happily on that pavement
When he floored it in that sports car
He left laughing and lives on in memory
Because he was my friend

In the scorching heat of August, you took away the one who imposed danger
In that restaurant, he arrived elegantly and ordered seafood
Culichi was his favorite
Two shots rang out and left casings
The menu was stained with blood and the friend responded

He was a good man even though his race called him bad
He had what was valuable in his home
His princess, his mother, and wife

That old man who cried when he saw the box
Thinks and thinks, that's all he does
Since his pride left him

It's December and they won't make it to January
They already have the green light from the real good ones