Clave Privada
Los Tucanes de Tijuana
Private Key
They say they are looking for me
That they want to catch me
Pray to God not to find me
Because it can weigh on them
My people go crazy
When I order them to kill
I was poor for a long time
Many people humiliated me
I started making money
Things are turned around
Now they call me boss
I have my private key
I stroll through Tijuana
In my year's Cheyenne
Two men in the trunk
With a horn in each hand
Two cars on surveillance
In case something strange happens
I will keep working
As long as I have buyers
In the United States
There are the best
They buy a hundred kilos of powder
Like buying some flowers
I want to send a greeting
To all those present
Friends who are with me
And also to the absent ones
Let's toast to the women
I always carry them in my mind
My pride is being from Sinaloa
I say it wherever I want
State of many roosters
Who are now prisoners
But this rooster is braver
He sings in his henhouse
Be careful, gentlemen
They are looking for death
I don't know fear
I wasn't lucky for that
I am close to Culiacán
Valley of pure brave people
