El Chapo Barrial
Jesus Ojeda y Sus Parientes
The Neighborhood Chapo
Those who knew El Chapo all know he was good
He never liked to fight for power or wealth out of fear or envy
They kill the neighborhood Chapo
It was in the United States where the friend began
I'm going to tell his story
Sometimes he slept in trash cans
Wanting to improve himself
At one point he was a prisoner and that didn't bother him
And one day he will triumph in life
With an American car he bought selling grams
And that's how he managed to stand
Little by little he grew, forming his own empire
From Jalisco and Culiacan to Las Vegas and New York, they say even through Panama
They saw El Chapito walking
He always worked alone
But he had friends he could trust
He liked gambling, cockfights, cards, and billiards
Next to me, he often sealed a bet on a coin toss
The neighborhood Chapo shouted
His friends and buddies, the cockpits and casinos
Will miss you a lot
Your children and your lady
Your parents and your siblings send you congratulations
Also our hearts
Will always remember a man named the neighborhood Chapo
