El Ocho (part. Julián Mercado)

News reports a convoy of armed people
They entered Caborca and secure that plaza
They bring orders from a man leading his race
With the line they navigate, I think they fall short

The plebes in war mode, camouflaged in pinto
The terrain has an owner, at the orders of the Chapitos
Beware of the voladora, you never know where it'll strike
The Sonora desert holds the keys
They mention it on the radio
Like the 8, that's the key, like the 8, that's the key

And up in Caborca, Sonora, buddy Luis R
And cheer up, buddy Julián Mercado
Let's go down the road, old man

Wherever the rooster crows when the sun rises or sets
You can't escape danger, always carrying a short one
And even with new plazas, Sonoyta is not neglected
And even if the water is troubled, they hold the pan by the handle
They have several friends of high rank

And there in Altar and Caborca, patrolling their command
From war and for war are their only options
Those made of good wood are distinguished by their actions
So there's no doubt
That the baldies rule here, that the baldies rule here