El Chaca De Michoacan - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

Una trocona del año

Se pasea por el estado

Carga los vidrios oscuros

Y la maneja un pesado

El chaca de Michoacan

Asi le han denominado

La pobreza lo llevo

A escoger ese camino

Con su valor el cambio

Su miserable destino

Primero era el ahijado

Y ahora el es el padrino

Su profesion ya la saben

Por su personalidad

Se le ve la zanca al pollo

Y este palenque ni hablar

El que le busca le encuentra

Y no le vuelve a buscar

No voy a decir su nombre

Porque se nos anda armando

Pero el es de Michoacan

La tierra que quiere tanto

Porque la mejor cosecha

De alla se la estan mandando

A los Estados Unidos

La cruzan por toneladas

Compran en varios estados

Y en la frontera la clavan

Por eso en muchas ciudades

Como huele a marihuana

Se pasea por donde quiera

Disfrutando su dinero

Con amigos y mujeres

Se amanece dias enteros

Yo no se a que se refiere

Preguntan donde esta el güero

Que bonito es Michoacan

Sus torres como han crecido

Esa es mi tierra natal

Muy orgulloso lo digo

Cuidenme mucho la sierra

Porque de alli hemos vivido

A trunk of the year

He walks around the state

Charge the dark glasses

And it is handled by a heavy

The chaca of Michoacan

That's what they called him

Poverty took him

to choose that path

With its value the change

Your wretched fate

First was the godson

And now he is the godfather

They already know his profession

Because of his personality

You can see the shank of the chicken

And this palenque don't even talk

He who seeks him finds him

And he doesn't look for him again

I will not say your name

Because he is arming us

But he is from Michoacan

The land that he loves so much

Because the best harvest

They are sending it from there

To the United States

They cross it by the tons

They shop in multiple states

And at the border they nail it

That's why in many cities

How does marijuana smell

He walks wherever he wants

enjoying your money

With friends and women

It dawns whole days

I don't know what you mean

They ask where the güero is

How beautiful is Michoacan

The towers of him how they have grown

That's my homeland

very proud i say

Take good care of the saw

Because from there we have lived