12 Rifles

We continue from Hermosillo, Sonora
Recording the big corridos 12 Rifles
His buddy Junior H with the big band
Come on, old man!

A commando arrived at his house
Raise your hands, that's what they shouted
A band played corridos
6 hitmen were guarding his back

Jumping walls dressed in black
There were 12 well-equipped bastards
We are from the AFI, hand over your weapons
Muñeco was ready aiming at them

And on the table they broke a frame
Because the laundering was already over
Their senses were alert
It was the effects of that good stuff

Eah!
There it goes, buddy Alberto, buddy Taz
Much respect, why not
Uah!
Just like that, buddy Junior

12 rifles sounded for a while
But they didn't make it with the 380
A hitman fell from two shots
And the rest ran away

I remember well, what a good adventure
Breasts and long ones dressed like those
Time passes and I don't forget them
So many mischiefs they lived with me

And I sing these verses with permission
Just so you see that the legacy is still active
Like that time they were coming for me
But they met Muñeco from Chihuahua
Ajua!