El Borrego - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

Era muy pobre alla en tierra blanca

Y hacia mandados para comer

Hasta que un dia le fiaron droga

Y poco a poco empezo a vender

Tenia valor enteligencia

Y se hico rico en un 1, 2 por 3

Los grandes jefes lo respetaban

Porque era gente fina y derecha

Si eran por kilos o toneladas

Se los pagaba justo a la fecha

El que obra mal se le pudre el alma

Siemrpe decia con gran firmesa

Todo marchaba de maravilla

Pero en tijuana lo detuvieron

Lo encarselaron por unos meses

Y salio suelto como le hicieron

Los licensiados areglan todo

Se hacen milagrons con el dinero

Se fue a la union americana

Pero tambien fue detenido

Con un millon de billetes verdes

En que trabajas le dijo el gringo

Soy traficante de sinaloa

Soy el borrego o el pelo chino

Lo sentensiaron a muchos años

Pero muy poco les awanto

Aunque la carsel es pa los hombres

Afuera vives mucho mejor

Los de la DEA a un no comprenden

Como es posible que se fugo

Se traslado a culiacan

Porque la DEA lo projuraba

Se hico gallero profesional

Y en los palenques mucho apostaba

Un dia en su casa lo acribillaron

Policias altos de mata y paga

Adios amigo chapo guzman

Ay voy compadre emilio quintero

Me asesinaron no se porque

Y ni tanpoco se quienes fueron

El que obra mal se le pudre el alma

Fue lo que dijo el compa borrego

I was very poor there in white land

And ran errands to eat

Until one day they gave him drugs

And little by little she began to sell

She had intelligence value

And he got rich in a 1, 2 for 3

The big bosses respected him

Because they were fine and straight people

If they were by kilos or tons

They were paid just to date

He who does wrong rots his soul

I always said with great firmness

Everything was going great

But in Tijuana they stopped him

They imprisoned him for a few months

And he came loose as they did

The graduates fix everything

Miracles are made with money

He went to the American Union

But he was also arrested

With a million greenbacks

What do you work at, the gringo told him

I'm a trafficker from sinaloa

I am the lamb or Chinese hair

They sentenced him to many years

But very little I expect them

Although carsel is for men

You live much better outside

Those of the DEA do not understand

How is it possible that he escaped

He moved to culiacan

Because the DEA swore it

He became a professional cockerel

And in the palenques I bet a lot

One day in his house they riddled him

High cops kill and pay

Goodbye friend chapo guzman

Oh I'm going compadre emilio quintero

I was murdered I don't know why

And I don't even know who they were

He who does wrong rots his soul

It was what the compa borrego said