La hummer de culiacan

It's a Hummer from the year,
That came out of Culiacán,
Had a nail in the axles,
That they couldn't find,
In a search by the cops
And at a federal checkpoint.

Here came two big shots,
Natives of that city,
Using their smarts,
To throw them off track,
One buddy was up front,
Checking his phone.

Here in Nogales, Sonora,
Upon reaching immigration,
The boys looked at each other,
With much satisfaction,
They told a Texan,
Let's head to Tucson.

When they passed Tucson,
They burst out laughing,
They did a line of coke,
From that famous stash,
The destination of the cargo,
Was snowy Las Vegas.

They arrived at their destination,
Without any hitches,
By a border patrol,
The Hummer was escorted,
Don't ask what happened,
Because I didn't hear a thing.

All I know is they saw it,
Also came back loaded,
Carrying AK-47s,
And a few grenades,
They saw it over in the suburbs,
Parked on a street.