Corrido Del 10 15

I'm gonna sing a tale
About who this ballad's for
Born in Culiacán
Land of fine fighting cocks
Now he lives in Arizona
Working with the gringos

He's big in his game
And knows how to act right
Even with all the competition
He's learned how to grind
Not brave, not a pushover
But he knows how to save

For keeping in touch with his crew
He’s got a private line
Earned it back in Culiacán
With some heavy hitters
Who always watch his back
For the cash he sends their way

10 15 ain't cocky
But he likes the good life
In his brand-new trucks
You’ll often see him cruising
In his beloved ranch
Close to Culiacán

From humble beginnings
Honest and hard-working
That’s why when it comes to money
He hasn’t failed so far
For the pride of his people
Who wait for him in Sinaloa

When it’s party time
The band sounds so sweet
On December 12th
He never forgets the Virgin
Let the winners play
Just like last time

With this, I’ll take my leave
But I send a shout out
To my buddy Beto, to the blonde
Marquitos and Chino too
See you in Culiacán
And also in the U.S.