Somos Los Chingones
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
We're the Badasses
Well, word on the street is that you guys are tough
What people don't know is that you're real cowards
When it comes to corridos, we're the badasses
Damn lowlife compatriots who get wasted with a drink
If they want to be like me, I doubt they ever can
My boxers are too big for them
Many want to imitate me but they're not lucky
To be as badass as me until death
The one many have called the king of Sinaloans
When I sing, I'm honest and don't talk nonsense
What I tell you is true, no BS
If anyone doesn't believe me, tough luck
Damn lowlife compatriots who get wasted with a drink
If they want to be like me, I doubt they ever can
My boxers are too big for them
Many want to imitate me but they're not lucky
To be as badass as me until death
The one many have called the king of Sinaloans
