Yo Fui El Elegante
Jesus Chairez
I Was the Elegant One
Learned to be a fighter
Since a kid in the game
He grew up and started to shoot
In the Tornado, they saw him go by
All around the city, La Rosca was the spot
He went to chill out, everything was changing
For better, also for worse
His dad fell from that white boy
The kid jumped into the ring
He was a soldier in the ranks of the hustler
Short horn, the tostón and his fal
Guacamole ready to roll up
Active while patrolling
Ready to fight anywhere
Always moving forward
My loyalty to Cholo Iván and El Chapo Guzmán
I was the elegant one
White rat behind the wheel
They saw us getting chased by the cops
That’s how the chase began
He stepped on the highlander of terror
Guamúchil witnessed what went down
The car was all shot up
He ran and got away
Nothing happened to them, they came out unscathed
Mocorito cruising
Through La Rosca and Badiraguato
In the backpack, I saw my end
The anchor fell and I started to twist
Mr. Guzmán said
Let’s make a run for it
Alright, General, I’ll distract them here
There’s more to come, I’m gonna hit them hard
Lolo and Ray fell fighting
Compa Cora, good friend and from the Palma
Compá Polochio
Goodbye to Chicho, also to Luison
I see them flying from here where I am
It was a lot of fun, I lived it to the max
I was always about action and Neto knows it
Faluko took care of the calf
It was my passion, I was the elegant one
