El Viejón de La Loma
Peso Pluma
The Old Man from the Hill
In Culiacán, he was pulling
A big score, all cleaned up
Like a true old wolf
Facing the horns, he charged the bull
They jumped him, caught him off guard
They came at him from behind
18 hits from a horn
Took the old man down before he could get out
A F-150
The scene was bloody
Where the old man from the hill lost his life
Now he rests above
But they didn’t get away clean
They didn’t know he had a son
They messed with his blood
Something very serious, and he wouldn’t back down
Three days went by, and then
He found them and opened fire
And said: Let’s see if you’ve got the guts
And filled them with holes
Those bastards got what was coming
He wanted to skin them alive
Just like that
How’s that for being hardcore, buddy Lalo?
Pure Doble P
A F-150
The scene was bloody
Where the old man from the hill lost his life
Now he rests above
But they didn’t get away clean
They didn’t know he had a son
They messed with his blood
Something very serious, and he wouldn’t back down
Three days went by, and then
He found them and opened fire
And said: Let’s see if you’ve got the guts
And filled them with holes
Those bastards got what was coming
He wanted to skin them alive
