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With a touch of the jairo
And a pass son of washing
Forging a cigar he walked
And in pure suiche he rolled
And then very marijuana
His corridos they sang to them
br/>The ball was platy
Several groups were walking around
They were a large group
They drank wine and beer
Friends of a commander
(Cheers commander)
And everyone smoked
Super commander of 15
.45 and .9 carry expanding bullets
Super .38 the boss
He carried it in his squad
And the commoners Well pending
There were united towns
From the station and the salty
And also from Mexicali
From Navolato and Durango
From Sonora and Arizona
From Culiacán and el dorado
That's where the radios are playing
Also, good jale arrived
That's where they killed one
they blared a horn
That's where you can hear the band
Celebrating the new year
Pa' plebitas Sinaloa
Pa' cocaine Colombia
Pal' dream a touch of kush
For the brain washing
I am the son of a great sir
Who is respected in the mafia