El Flaquiito de Tijuana

Passes by and makes himself noticed, convoy of 20 cars trailing behind, weapons
He's like a military service for anyone who wants to visit
Like Tony Montana born at the border, the difference here is that
I'm from Tijuana and here we work, we've been at it for a while
Starting with the Arellano family and with the brothers from top to bottom and
From side to side, for those who don't know me they call me the skinny one, dark glasses and

Efficient the people who carry themselves in camouflage, a Rolex marks the
Time to act my mind understands and chooses to coordinate, the line
I protect it with armor and lead and the people by my side with radios on their
Shoulders and well connected, I bring only rowdy people, the crossing
Is developed here in the state I've earned it and I keep giving orders
At the border I do my job

In the white patrols also federal police trucks bills
There are those who can't even imagine and when it's time, it's time to wear out even if they
See me skinny they know I can handle it and if envy comes they know I don't
Get tangled up, the numbers speak and important people back me up, they've seen the
Time of chaos so if they want to catch me first clarify what they
Are doing and then come and try to fight me, in black and red

They see me with a squad and with the cholos' crew also a strapped bag and the
LV glasses, narco ballads and radios I saw next to him, I go with my people
In rzr to the beach there's movement and the armed pack, we
Have to be very calm, I get drunk often, I'm grateful to
Auntie, I command and receive respect and I toast
From Auntie Juana I'm the favorite