Corrido de Santiago Meza

if they want to hunt the prey
they must know how to reach it
they call him Santiago Meza
to those who wanted to kill me

they believed it was a great beauty
they couldn't catch it
they wanted to assassinate me
envy enveloped them

and since I wouldn't let them
pleasure dissolved them
they tried to take away
the life that God gave me

and he's coming clean
when bullets rained on me
and since I was unarmed
I put them in the armored

the windows were chipped
but none went through
I chased them away
to return the favor

in my armored Cherokee
I always have what I need
but I couldn't catch them
they are good at running

with the life I have
I pay what I owe and more
I don't care if I offend
even though I have plenty of enemies

but as soon as they see me coming
I scare them even with my shadow
I have nothing to prove
but I demand respect

from Culiacan's defense
I often take trips
finish to work
to Culiacan to stroll

I feel like drinking
give me a glass of bucanas
the saddle to the general
the best of my horses

when the band plays
he starts walking alone
he likes to listen to the band
with my horses dancing

with a super belt
surrounded by my friends
women are never missing
because I am a lover