JGL (feat. Luis R Conriquez)

The general is missed too much
In the capital of the corrido
The capital is Culiacán
And she is not alone because
Your children are still here
He is the boss, he is and was
The earth turns and stops
If Joaquín orders it

One Friday they stopped me in my car
Because he was walking fast
They told us: Here we are patrolling 24/7
Don't be scared if you see checkpoints
And even less if they load
JGL caps

The minors have already returned
Older people and what they have left over is people
This life doesn't come with instructions
It doesn't even teach you how to be a boss
One is brave and the other is more
They are two brothers, one is Alfredo
And the other is Ivan

We will not talk to you about culiacanazo
Because it is not allowed
That day they didn't paint it red
Because they released the son
Checks come from the mountains
And they all come signed by JGL

It was in the Big Apple where
The world witnessed the century judgment
To 701 there in the mountains
They remember him fondly
Here sends the lord of the prickly pear
So El Chapo is in Culiacán
New York or the Moon