El Cuate
Los Tucanes de Tijuana
The Buddy
He learned to work in the mountains
His teacher was his own father
From a very young age, he worked the land
Bravery ran in his blood
Years later, he left his ranch
A man with great aspirations
He started in the business fully
Soon enough, he became heavy-handed
Power always provokes envy
And they sent him to the Marias Islands
He fulfilled his duties like a true man
And came out clean and more prepared
He returned to work in the same place
And regained his ground
Very straightforward in his negotiations
That's why he became the good one again
His way of being made him great
He was fierce and at the same time serene
(and up Chihuahua cousin)
His passion was luxury cars
Women and also weapons
Money fulfilled his whims
He was a man of long career
But he never partied alone
Always with the crew and the band
The little ranch is called San Francisco
In Chihuahua, the largest state
Right there this little rooster was born
And he knew how to live his life
Proud to be from the mountains
And of his great teacher, his father
Betrayal is the curse of the brave
Says a saying that is very true
You can't trust people
Buddy, rest in heaven
Surely you're still partying up there
With Teco and your buddy Alfredo