Pista En La Sierra
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
Track In The Sierra
They were making a track in the mountains
Because they wanted to start a new line
When a fool is spotted in the air
And in a few seconds, he came to land
But the strangest thing was blue with white
They were federal elements
They arrive adjusting to the workers
Saying they want it for trafficking
Who is the boss, I want them to tell me
Why they will walk to the cells
Or just bring me the ones I like
With that, everything can be arranged
As radios are now very common
They communicated to Culiacan
In code they spoke, the government fell on us
They say they will take us tomorrow
But with money they say it can be fixed
And the whole harvest lets us work
How much do they ask for, the boss asked
And tell them I want to talk to them
Fly to the ranch where I was born
There I have a runway to land
I want them to get ready with me
And they will take a good little bill
They were making a track in the mountains
Because they wanted to start a new line
When a fool is spotted in the air
And in a few seconds, he came to land
But the strangest thing was blue with white
They were federal elements
