El de La Codeina (part. Herencia de Patrones y Hijos de Garcia)

From the original corridos
From my buddy Natanael Cano
Now the legacy of the bosses
The sons of Garcia
Come on, bro
Yeah

They say for the narcos
It's just the white powder to ease our pain
But that's a lie, 21st century, in the 80s it was the flu
With a drink, watching the spots
With the guns held high
Here in Cali, all good, all alert

With some tunes, the Sour Diesel
To make the speakers blast
If I'm feeling tired, syrup in the glass
For the cough I don't even have
It's been many years that it won't go away
And I'm still drinking
Just codeine and making deals

The shaved head rolls in at eight-six
With the engine all tuned up
Cruising around during the day for work
And at night I let loose
That's how I roll with all the homies
From the crew we formed
Smoking a good joint, well-traveled

P90s and long guns, cruising with my eyes low
Damn, there I am drinking, chilling at my place
From all that I've taken in
Out there in Peñasco, Compa Curro
On point with his crew, working hard
MG backing us up, big shots

The tattooed neck
Several lines that come from being a drifter
When I'm partying
Drinking from a glass of muddy syrup
Here I say goodbye rolling some Sour Diesel
To get my game on
Play the corrido and the little cup

They say for the narcos
It's just the white powder to ease our pain
Don't throw out the flyer
It's better to stay quiet than to talk
It's not allowed, I won't say the code
And it's Hernán for his friends
Rolling a little joint, a little bath

We keep it moving, The Sons of Garcia
Compa Natanael Cano, old-timers
Damn right, buddy
Pure ranch, music, old school