CDN (part. Luis R Conriquez)

Pure potato cheek, they bear the brand on the door
Three letters are the company, on the border the gang thunders

The skeleton is laminated, bothering the opponents
We don't bother people, you know, they don't like rats
If you look at them in motion, I move many, it's not a story
Twenty years in events, if they get offended, they get violent
And let the leathers thunder, let the good ones follow me
We hear in the media, zero fear here in Nuevo Laredo

We are the Nectar Lima, sir, they always go out spreading terror
The show starts hot, suddenly the convoy falls on them
Pure northeast throwing flow, on the monster drum horns
Through hell, playing the role, they are one hundred percent with the friend

Just like that, buddy Luis R
Tracas, son of a bitch
Comrade Neton
Uh!

The caravan is three blocks long, no entry, no exit
What do the gabachas say? The novels are all reported
Just in case, the grenades, we're not messing around
The flag is held high, pure Nectar, you know there is no failure

It's true, this is not a lie, here there is never fear of litigation
From Monterrey to the South to Linares the particular ones
The R goes in the old outfit, the narco-blankets the excess
Now satellites also carry the grave-signs

We are the Nectar Lima, sir, they always go out spreading terror
The show starts hot, suddenly the convoy falls on you
Pure northeast throwing flow, on the monster drum horns
Through hell, playing the role, they are one hundred percent with the friend