Pinta De Magnate - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

Gracias a su estilo propio,

Mejor dicho inigualable,

paso a ser jefe de escolta,

de Vicente su compadre,

convirtiéndose en la sombra,

del hijo del M grande

Decidió formar los Ántrax,

para protección del cartel,

con tecnología de punta,

en armas y en espionaje,

los señores solo escuchan,

no son fácil de burlarse,

son como la mafia rusa,

no se les escapa nadie,

que los respete les gusta,

y si no el virus se expande.

Hoy es hombre poderoso,

a las ordenes del mayo,

que se a cargo del negocio,

los mayitos respaldando,

también los caras de trapo,

pistoleros de alto rango,

con los Ántrax no se juega,

mucho menos con el chino,

varios calibres 50,

le despejan su camino,

llegan y ajustan las cuentas,

sin desperdiciar ni un tiro.

Siempre lo ven bien vestido,

tiene pinta de magnate,

viste de traje tuksido,

ni parece traficante,

pero una orden del chino,

moviliza todo el cartel.

Se pasea por todos lados,

tan libre como es el aire,

en sus aviones privados,

sin problemas entra y sale,

vive con todos sus lujos,

donde llega se arma el party,

los artistas mas famosos,

se amanecen cante y cante,

un saludos de los Ántrax,

y del chino el comandante.

Thanks to its own style,

Better said unmatched,

I became head of escort,

of Vicente his compadre of him,

becoming the shadow,

of the son of the big M

He decided to form the Anthrax,

for poster protection,

with state-of-the-art technology,

in arms and in espionage,

the gentlemen only listen,

they are not easy to mock,

they are like the russian mafia,

no one escapes them,

that I respect them, they like it,

and if not the virus spreads.

Today he is a powerful man,

at the orders of May,

that he is in charge of the business,

the mayitos supporting,

also the rag faces,

high ranking gunmen,

with the Anthrax you don't play,

much less with the Chinese,

various 50 calibers,

they clear his way,

they arrive and settle accounts,

without wasting a shot.

They always see him well dressed,

he looks like a tycoon,

he wears a tuksi suit,

nor does he look like a trafficker,

but an order from the Chinese,

mobilizes the entire cartel.

He wanders everywhere

as free as the air,

on his private planes,

without problems he enters and leaves,

he lives with all his luxuries,

where he arrives he sets up the party,

the most famous artists,

they wake up singing and singing,

Greetings from the Anthrax,

and from Chinese the commander.