Álbum JGL (part. Los Dareyes De La Sierra y Luis Mexia)

And come on, my buddy Darey

You could see him with the R-15 in pictures
And on one side, he had glasses on his eyes
I know they miss him, 'cause there've been very few like him
Same look as the other photos I know of him

And a jacket that was a light gray
In Puente Grande, he said: I’m not up to anything
And one of three that his friend got caught with
And in a little clothes cart, El Chaparrito took off

And a girl to dance all decked out
And the super tight dress was slipping out on one side
It was clear that the band already knew it was going to be a long night
'Cause the party wouldn’t end until he was seated

And all Enigma Norteño, folks
But now with my buddy Darey
And my buddy Luis Mexia
Haha
My red iron

Oh, and out there in the mountains where the interview happened
And in a Cessna, the artists showed up
And a silk blue shirt that the old man made trendy
In love, and it wasn’t a secret he had several weddings

Very thoughtful before leaving in the big guy
Eyes up high, he always looked confident
He wasn’t just anyone, it was clear to those soldiers
If the old man was firewood, I don’t know why they compare him to Bin Laden

And a direct order came from Colorado
My boys, let the weed keep growing
Made in La Tuna, and I’ve seen him in several shows on TV
There, so you know, this was The JGL Album