Comandante Mocho (part. Abraham Vazquez)
De chamaco se inició con el cuerno se ajuario
Y a los meros 17 la plaza se le entregó
Un experto pa’ pelear claro se dio a respetar
En la j con su equipo la calle llegó a limpiar
Patrullaba en su blindada desde plebe
Solo 6 hombres bastaba para pelear
Con su rifle bien terciado y los de siempre
El comandante mocho pilas pa’ chambear
Con sus botas militares recorría por los lugares
De niño era muy travieso luego se hizo comandante
No permitía los errores mucho menos las ofensas
Y el que quiera ser amigo los respalda y lo respeta
Hablo de tiempo pasado en el principio
Porque el señor ahora se encuentra en la prisión
Pero su gente lo espera y se le extraña
Porque ese viejo a ninguno abajo dejo
Como extraño a la ciudad a mi gente saludar
Una esposa que me espera y a la familia abrazar
Pero me tenían rodeado y fue un momento de terror
Porque soltaron disparos a inocentes les pego
Los plebes no la pensaron en caliente
Cerraron calles y comenzaba la acción
Desafortunadamente ya era tarde
Me transportaban pa’ otro estado extradición
Comandante y buen amigo y lealtad hacia piporro
Demostró por varios años que era bélico en acción
Seriedad al trabajar sobre todo era hermandad
Una verga pa’ las armas como le gustaba andar
Patrullaba en su blindada desde plebe
Solo 6 hombres bastaba para pelear
Con su rifle bien terciado y los de siempre
El comandante mocho pilas pa’ chambear
Commander Mocho (feat. Abraham Vazquez)
As a kid he started with the horn, he was initiated
And at just 17, the plaza was handed over to him
An expert in fighting, he clearly earned respect
In the 'j' with his team, he cleaned up the streets
He patrolled in his armored vehicle since he was young
Only 6 men were enough to fight
With his rifle well positioned and his usual companions
Commander Mocho, ready to work
With his military boots, he roamed through the places
As a child, he was very mischievous, then he became a commander
He didn't allow mistakes, much less insults
And those who wanted to be friends, he supported and respected
I speak of times past, in the beginning
Because now the man is in prison
But his people wait for him and miss him
Because that old man didn't let anyone down
How I miss the city, greeting my people
A wife waiting for me and hugging the family
But they had me surrounded and it was a moment of terror
Because shots were fired, hitting innocent people
The young men didn't think twice in the heat of the moment
They closed streets and the action began
Unfortunately, it was already too late
They were transporting me to another state for extradition
Commander and good friend, loyalty to Piporro
He showed for several years that he was warlike in action
Seriousness in work, above all, there was brotherhood
A badass with weapons, as he liked to be
He patrolled in his armored vehicle since he was young
Only 6 men were enough to fight
With his rifle well positioned and his usual companions
Commander Mocho, ready to work