El Pelos

Buddy, pass me that cigarette
I see a strange car
And three guys with malice

Because I remember a few years ago
I had already run into them
I even gave them my friendship

They arrived shooting at me
The angry bastards
Because they couldn't get me

Already with a bullet in my leg
And rolling from the ground
I started shooting at them

I have never let anyone beat me
The battle-ready Hairs was born
And we're going to push through

Uh, pure Sinaloa buddy Junior, just like that
With everything, namesake, let the old H sound

Although I recently served time
And Rafa was my school
Just so you know

Since I was a kid I've been in the fire
I risk my life
And we're not going to change

I am a flag of the American
Without brands, we don't burn
Ah, what memories out there

I haven't forgotten the beginning
Of the three who came for me
I have only one left

It's not that I'm a bad man
Nor am I a pushover
They wanted to kill me