Los Dos Plebes

In the bar, the two of hearts, two dudes were getting drunk
With dollars in their pockets and their guns tucked in
And their trucks from years parked outside
One was from Sinaloa, the other was from Durango
You could tell from a mile away that they were
On a bad path, they're tough guys
Who aren't scared of death or bullets

Take a hit, my friend
And a drink to wash it down, don't leave me
You say the little parakeet doesn't bother you
If you're not from Sinaloa, don't back down
I'm from Sinaloa, buddy, and I want to congratulate you
You have good knowledge and I won't deny it
Pass me the parakeet and the drink for the bitterness
Oh Sinaloa, how I love you!
And also to the quelite, listen!

Listen, Sinaloan friend, I invite you to drink with me
But I warn you about something, I have many enemies
Who want to bring me down, you'll know the reasons
I accept your invitation, I won't let you down
I also have mine, they're trying to kill me
Let them come, they won't finish it

When you go to Durango, listen, Sinaloan friend
You have my humble home in case one day
You need it, if I can help you with something
Don't think twice
I say the same when you're in my land
I'm from Badiraguato, very close to the mountains
I'll be waiting to have another good drinking session