Los Mitotes

There are gossips for the ranches
Many people can be seen
Patrolling in commands

Sophisticated teams
Radios booming
All coordinated

Here I give you the password
Commanded by El Güero Reina
If you want to face me
Come to Bacatá
And get into the burning

I bring good artillery
Ready for war
The boys are ready

I like to lead the front
Commanding my people
And moving them between ranches

But not many come close
Because we take them down
The fifty embedded
Rifles loaded
To blow them up

There's gossip for the ranches
They say the guachos are there
Marines camouflaged
No, sirs, don't be mistaken
I'm El F1 at Flaco's command

The 11's super shines on his waist
It glows with the moon
With a drink from the 70
The party begins
Without any pressure

Not all the time there are storms
Sometimes the rains stop
I'm thankful for what I have
And to the one who once
Offered me help

I've earned the position
For many years
I've been climbing

Always looking ahead
I know well what I want
And where I've reached

With the hat on firmly
My respects to Don Mayo
To the cousins of Los Mayos
We are vigilant
Taking care of the ranches

Brother, call the crew
Today I'm going to grab the jug
The gossips don't end
The cuacos dance beautifully
The horns resound
Near Bacatá