Chrysler 300

This corrido is called
A Chrysler 300, fuck!
Iron!

Let's see

It was in a Chrysler car
A 300 automobile
Chuy and Mauricio got in
Happy and very content
How could they have imagined
They would be taken down already dead?

It was four hundred pounds
Of weed they had let go
What a twist of fate
Look how they were paid
They gave a ride to the enemy
And he paid them with bullets

In the back seat
Death was already planning
To keep the money
And decided to murder them
Chuy was on the right side
And Mauricio on the other side

And pure Fuerza Regida, old man!
Mex or mother fucking, no!

Another grave in San Ignacio
And two families crying
Two admirers are missing
Here from Durango
In jokes and drunkenness
Álvaro has missed them

Rancho El Chilán, Sinaloa
You won't see them again
Let them play Vida Mafiosa
The group of Fuerza Regida
If in life we were joyful
Let's toast to the memories