El Diablo de Culiacan

I don't even know how to explain what I'm going to tell you
At the door of my house, Satan appeared
He said you're surrounded, now they're going to kill you

I was thinking about the kilos of coke I had
Packaged, the sirens went off, they said you're
Surrounded, come out with your hands up or
You'll be shot

At the moment they warned me they wanted to catch me
He said I have a deal for you, I know you're from Culiacan
I'll give you eternal life but you have to sign

He was well dressed, ostrich were his boots
2 pistols on his belt & the handles were red with
Diamonds, the devil of Culiacan, Sinaloa

I know they're going to catch me & I don't want to die, he
Said sign the paper now I'll set you free, he pointed his
Guns at them, firm, as it was unbelievable
I had to make the sign of the cross, he finished off the
Agents, shot them in the forehead, turned around & came
Back to me & I had to sign

Now I'm a very rich man & I'm 300 years old, I'm
A mafia man & I traffic in various places, the coke
I sell is pure, sent by the devil, with this
I bid you farewell & I'm going to celebrate, I'm going to my beloved ranch
I tell you Culiacan, where the devil himself lives
Hell is Culiacan