La Caída del Chikillo

I would have reacted, but the super was tied up
The bullets pierced the fiber of the mini Cooper and I couldn't anymore
It was shuffled that night wouldn't escape
No way my plebes, the mafia boy is gone

I would have answered, but they didn't give me time
The 'would have' doesn't exist, today I become a memory, truly sorry
Bitter Christmas, my family will pass
Sorry friend monkey, death was after me

An orange Mini Cooper was driving in Monte Bello
Two cars ambushed him
He didn't want to hit the brakes and burning the pavement he responded like the anthrax
As Rodrigo taught him
How many were there? I didn't know! They didn't give a chance for anything
The super of Chucky fell
The mafia boy is gone

And everyone chooses with what fire to burn
You know it Plebes
Revolver cannabis
What the Needle marks

A man in San Diego cries from a cell
There were so many adventures that they lost count, tough life
Those yacht trips and parties in Tijuana
The fights with the chaves and the girls were always there

They didn't know how to reach him, as the colt wasn't tame
Long-range impacts hit the target goodbye boy
A dog barks its owner, siren cries are heard
He crashed with the Cherokee and a nine made firewood

The people from the frog will always remember him
For the beaches of Xel-Há, for maza and for Durango
Antonio Avendaño
The empire of the Mayos, the same blond bastidas
To the plebe atrabancado they saw how they loved him

The lookout hill, the streets of Monte Bello
The boy knew
That things were serious, the eternal rest was coming and not the free my Chango
No matter how hard I tried
I lost with this nine, it nests in my chest
How sad twenty-four
Boy we will miss you