El Principe de Los Capos

Bullets are fired and the enemies fall
Every time they sing the one from Michael Jackson
Guero Bastidas was always respected
And the Mayitos, El Chino, and El Macho Prieto
In the mafia of the new Sicily
There's a secluded place reserved for
Guero Bastidas, the prince, the prince
Of the drug lords

At parties and in the clubs
I wake up in a daze
Like a prince charming the ladies
The pounds he danced to the rhythm of the king of pop
How beautifully that Patron's super detonated
Those blondes and fine things in his hands
He doesn't have the profile of a bandit
He doesn't look like a bad guy, that's how he throws off
Throws off the enemy

Two companies collide like a loyal man
Employee of the management, and the Guzman blood
The Guerito's luck didn't depend on the zodiac
But the Virgo commander had his back
To the Vicente's child, his departure
In the shadow of the May sun
Rests Guero Bastidas, prince
The prince of the bosses