Andamos En La Capi

Cruising through the city, patrolling the streets
Keeping an eye out for anything that might go down
Gotta stay alert for any weirdness around

You see convoys rolling down the 15
They call them fugitives, but they don’t need to say much
Under the hat’s command, the crown’s up for grabs

Always got the radio on in case they hit the turf
Hublot in my hand, and I keep it close to me
Always strapped with the grips of a true gentleman

And here we are, Los Plebones from Culiacán

I head out to the fields, I’m out there all the time
With my buddy who’s always got my back
Ready for the call if there’s work to be done

I miss you, bro, Mago, you’re always on my mind
People remember you all over Culiacán
You were a man of your word, a real stand-up guy

The frequencies crackled, now I gotta bounce
A good flag is what I’ll always carry
The convoy was spotted, and it’s headed for the salty side.