Los Arellano
Erik Estrada y sus Mal Portados
The Arellano Family
They came looking for me, the Arellano
To collect on the territory
I appreciate the courtesy
But I’m not in the mood
The tithe is for the church
And I don’t see them in robes
I’m like dry firewood
I pick things up real quick
We came out a bit bruised
From all sides, there were losses
But they didn’t leave unscathed
My guns were firing too
I went down for the lookout
Tijuana was on fire
There I ran into the Higuera
And we had a standoff
I recognized they were locals
We were the Sinaloans
The years with the cachanillas
They operated from San Luis
They bought up the seizures
From Sonora and Baja
A general is my buddy
I’ve always had high connections
I moved to Monterrey
Set up my business there
But it was Osiel's crew
And they wanted to be my partners
I don’t do deals like that
'Cause that’s not my style
No names, just codes
The address is Sinaloa
The map is really big
Very hard for them to find me
An exact location
The stash isn’t for anyone
Gentlemen, if I step back
Promises are debts
In six years, I gathered them
In foreign currency
In Sinaloa, I’m very chill
I enjoy my wealth
