El Plebe Pesado
Tomas Estrada
The Heavy Dude
Christian Audigier sweatshirt
And a bedazzled cap
A Ram inked and diesel
Tall with double cab
Some headers for the exhaust
So it roars and stands out.
You can tell he's heavy from the start
Carrying a strapped bag
With a gun and magazines
And an 'R' nailed in the Ram
As a code, he has his initials
Written on the plates.
Always with different folks
They'll see him cruising around
He carries the Sinaloan seal
A shooter and in love
He doesn't struggle to pick them up
But to keep them coming down.
Music
They're looking for him in Mazatlan
He's in the golden zone
And in Guamuchil, Sinaloa
Spraying some roses
But if he's in Culiacan
He goes to the malecon and Anaya.
His Nextel is ringing
And a code was given to him
There are problems at work
Two people betrayed him
He ordered them to be caught
And they're already taken.
I'm driving at a hundred fifty
And shooting one after another
It's my modus operandi
They call me the heavy dude
And I'm here to serve the boss.
