La Chacalosa

They look for me, the sly one, I'm a trafficker's daughter
I know the game well, I grew up with the big mafia
My dad taught me to sell the best merchandise

When I turned 15, I wasn't a quinceañera
They left me a business that made me good money
Cellphone and pager too, so I could handle everything

My dad's friends taught me to shoot
They wanted me well-prepared, I'm first to fire
The grips of my pistol should shine with good gold

I run the whole business, I have crops in Jalisco
A lab in Sonora, distributors are jumping
My hands don't touch anything, my success looks clean

And also women can do it, kids

I ride around in only top-of-the-line cars
I give myself all the pleasures, as I estimate
And I work very straight, so I don't cheat anyone

More than four people say they'll rob me one day
Whoever tries it doesn't know who they'll run into
I always have my bodyguards for anyone who wants to come at me

Like a fine filly, I'm flirty and showy
From the leftovers I leave them, my enemies enjoy themselves
There hasn't been a man who can handle my reins or my hiding spots

In the famous Parral, El Farallón, and the mountains
Also there at the rodeo, they know me everywhere
We'll see you around, lovely people