Blindajes Peña
Vaqueros Musical
Peña Armors
Has at your command a dangerous escort that guards the plaza
Arrives with the voladora and is like the shadow of Mr. Zambada
Comes active to the front, hot blood runs through his veins
Ten plus ten add up to twenty, twenty is the lieutenant they call Peña
In the service of 'm' they admire him, they fear him for being tough
His land is Nayarit and he is a sentinel addicted to danger
Any command envies him because they would like to have him among their ranks
With the devil in his gaze, he doesn't tremble for anything, he's an all-terrain
Three rings close streets, padlocks without keys, I keep control
The boss has my word, I back his back, shield and protection
Smells like burnt gunpowder, bullet smoke, fear is breathed
A demon unloads, his grenade launcher spits fire
High-risk element, effective and discreet, one hundred percent
And with the lit fuse, dynamite wall, TNT brand
With radars and scanners, the top bosses steal the frequency
Ready for the unexpected, and any four give it reverse
Maximum security is the priority, doesn't neglect details
When the boss celebrates, alerts double, no one enters, everyone exits
He's from Corita and Sinaloa, the band plays the dark Crispin
The neighborhood of Tierra Blanca, my second home because I grew up there
Implements operations and clears the way for the boss
When the ship lands, he calls him with a code, informs the convoy
We fulfill any order for the job, live and vice versa
Don't ask about the twenty, he already has his company, it's Peña Armors