Chuy y Mauricio

In a Chrysler car, a 300 ride
Chuy and Mauricio hopped in, happy and feeling fine
Who would’ve guessed they’d be dropped off dead in no time?

They tossed 400 kilos of weed, what a twist of fate
Look how it turned out, they paid the price too late
They hit the rival hard, and bullets sealed their fate

In the back seat, death was already scheming
To take the cash and decided to start dreaming
Chuy fell to the right, and Mauricio hit the other side

(And up with Durango and Sinaloa, cousin, let’s go Montez)

Another grave in San Ignacio, two families crying
Two fans from Durango are now left sighing
In jokes and drunken nights, Alvaro’s been missing them, trying

Rancho El Chila in Sinaloa, you won’t see them again
Let the mafia lives play on, the group of Los Canelos, my friend
If we were happy in life, let’s toast to the memories then.