Alfredo Beltran

With a steady gaze
A man with a thick beard
With a commanding accent
That's how he talks to his crew
A gentleman and a good friend
His name is Alfredo Beltran

Like they were his own people
That's how his crew follows him
I always see them loaded
Going up or coming down
If the sun gets too hot
They hide out with all their gear

That's why he's the chief of the tribe
He’s earned it, no doubt
Numbers for the accounts
A hand for his friends
Affection for the ladies
Bullets for the enemies

Hatred from two in the mafia
Lowlifes and bandits
To the government godmothers
And the ungrateful ones
Wherever the tough guy goes
The path is left clean

A .32 is coming
Along with a .36
The 7 tells the 20
I want you to be at 100
I’ll meet him on 27th
At dawn's first light

For beaches, he’s a warrior
For tequila, Jalisco
For women, Mazatlán
My roots are in Badiraguato
For a good friend, a hug
And we’ll catch up later