Los Chapitos

Guzmán Salazar
They're called The Little Chapos
Alfredo and Ivan
Sons of the shorty
They have it for the cokes
They're the old man's offspring
And if skin is necessary
They'll risk it for their dad
You hear them being called
The younger ones' nickname
And the power is brought by the brothers
From the Culiacán cartel

Fine girls looking good
To not lose the line
The speed
Cars and adrenaline
Exclusive estates
Whiskey and the bitter water
With short and long guns
The slackers know how to take care
The tray sounds
And Enigma with the corridos
With their most loyal friends
They have a good time relaxing

And how do you see it, bro?
I see it a hundred percent, Ivan
I'm about to leave the pearl
Here I catch you in Culiacán
In a square Mercedes
Depending on the night
Dark-haired or dangerous
To hit a dance
And there goes the little nickname again
Guzmán Salazar
They're called The Little Chapos

(And that's how Enigma Norteño sounds, folks
Is there another? Haha)

It looks like a parade
Archivaldo's crew
Now is when, bro
You have to give flavor to the broth
Zero and counting three
The captures by the general
The big shot from the pines
Doesn't know what else to come up with
They take much longer
Inventing the little show
Than what the little Chapo takes
To peel again

You're missed a lot
I'm going to talk to you in plural
Burning a cartridge
We remember Marcial
And when we set off
Towards Jesus Maria
It's to keep company
To our dark-skinned brother
And very soon the old man
Will finish the sentence
That's how the chain rusts
With Ivan and with Alfredo

And how do you see it, bro?
I see it a hundred percent, Ivan
I'm about to leave the pearl
Here I catch you in Culiacán
In a square Mercedes
Depending on the night
Dark-haired or dangerous
To hit a dance
And there goes the little nickname again
Guzmán Salazar
They're called The Little Chapos