Los 3 Gerentes

They had already talked about everything, the wine and beer were flowing
About ladies and smuggling, the sun had made two rounds
It was a good dawn, that's when they party
When three managers get together, there's no turning back.

If you know the man they call Mayo
Ismael Zambada Garcia, known and respected
Mayito Gordo is my nickname for being the son of the old man
To whom I owe my life and his inherited talent.

I party like this, I have fun, it may last a long time
Because when I'm on fire, not even a rooster can match me
Because one thing I tell you, from time to time there's fun
You have to clear your mind to work hard.

And I am the son of Dámaso, the one they call the lawyer
Lord of lords, he has never failed El Chapo
Dámaso López is my name, I am the mini lawyer
And for my young age, I am already seasoned.

I am nicknamed like that by a great friend who has gone to heaven
He is the son of my boy, they called him El Moreno
Damn luck, damn destiny
But I keep him present like my grandfather and Marquitos.

I don't stay behind, I am a pile archiver
Although I spent some time in cracks, but now free by good means
My father, a brave man from La Tuna de Los Loera
And to this day he remains the owner of the entire mountain range.

Dancing and whispering in the ear to conquer the ladies
Because I have it in my blood, it's my father's school
The one I like, I take, they would see that it's inevitable
Ask my brother Alfredo, not to boast so much.

Let's toast to the present and also to the absent
Like missing my brother, a hug for Vicente
For Serafin and Flaco, play corridos of Mayo
Also corridos of El Chapo, let the Lord of El Dorado sound.