Pokar Alto
Los Tigres del Norte
High Stakes Poker
They were playing poker
That's how they killed time
My sevens go all in
Smiling, Gonzalo said
From the heart of Guadalajara
He wore a charro hat
Ramón and Carlos paid
Escobar poured a drink
When they were directly warned
In code
They have to toast with champagne
The plane arrived in Chicago
Something is bothering me
The accounts don't add up
Drugs flood Uncle Sam
To Latinos, weapons
Are the two plagues of the world
That customs will watch over
Pablo moved the planes
Ramón and Carlos the ships
Iriarte watched over the condor
And Gonzalo the horses
That will move the bankers
Who have such expensive clients
Leisure is the father of vice
Poker is the devil's game
And the men of the drug trade
Playing kill time
They retaliate even with lives
The devil's five godsons
