Dos Plebes

In the famous Parral
Two dudes were getting drunk
With dollars in their pockets
And their guns strapped
With their trucks of the year
Parked outside

One was from Sinaloa
And the other was from Durango
Clearly, they looked
Like they were up to no good
They're roosters not scared
Of death or bullets

Take a hit, buddy
And a drink to wash it down
Don't tell me
That the parakeet doesn't suit you
Isn't he from Sinaloa?
No way he'll back down

I'm from Sinaloa, buddy
And I want to congratulate you
You have good knowledge
And I won't disrespect you
Pass me the parakeet
And the drink to wash it down

Listen, Sinaloan friend
I invite you to drink with me
But I'll tell you one thing
I have many enemies
Who want to take me down
You know the reasons

I accept the invitation
I won't disrespect you
I have my own enemies too
Trying to bring me down
Let them show up
They won't end well

When you go to Durango
Listen, Sinaloan friend
You have a humble home there
In case you need it someday
If I can help you with anything
Don't hesitate

I tell you the same
When you're in my lands
I'm from Baldiita Guato
Close to the mountains
I'll be waiting to give you
Another good drinking session...