El Botas Blancas

I am no longer the assistant, today I am the boss of the plazas,
They are no longer kilo packs, I turned them into tons
I used to be a peasant, now I am the white boots

That ranch of the palm, if you could see how I miss you,
From a prison in Durango, a lawyer escaped
They also call him the uncle, bosses of bosses mentioned,
3rd
Money gives power as everyone already knows
Juárez, you are my land where the grass is greener
Throughout all of Mexico, I have support everywhere.......
Music
There's a party in the mountains, a band is playing for me,
Let them play only corridos and let the so-called Chaca sing to us
Greetings to my brother with the fixed gaze

I am still the good one, my horn for whoever jumps
Throughout Culiacán, the big cartels say it
Messages for the government just so they know where they stand
3rd
This business is cursed, you have to know how to endure
The mafia never forgives, we have to adapt
No matter what happens, greetings to Culiacán.