Alfredo Beltrán
Con una fija mirada
Hombre de barba cerrada
Con un acento de orden
Asi le habla a su plebada
Caballero y buen amigo
Alfredo beltran se llama
Como si fueran mochomos
Asi lo sigue su raza
Siempre los miro cargados
De subida y de bajada
Si calienta mucho el sol
Se encuevan con todo y carga
Por eso es jefe en la tribu
Lo tiene bien merecido
Numeros para las cuentas
La mano para el amigo
Caricias para las damas
Balas pa los enemigos
Odio de dos en la mafia
Bajadores y bandidos
A madrinas del gobierno
Y a los malagradecidos
Por donde pasa el mochomo
Queda bien limpio el camino
Se aproxima un 32
Junto con un 36
El 7 le dice al 20
Quiero que se ponga el 100
Lo espero en la 27
Empezando a amanecer
Para playas es guerrero
Para tequila jalisco
Pa mujeres mazatlan
Mi cuna es badiraguato
Pa un buen amigo un abrazo
Y ai nos miramos al rato
Alfredo Beltrán
With a fixed gaze
Man with a thick beard
With an accent of authority
That's how he talks to his people
Gentleman and good friend
His name is Alfredo Beltrán
As if they were mochomos
That's how his race follows him
I always see them loaded
Going up and down
If the sun gets too hot
They hide with all their cargo
That's why he's the chief of the tribe
He has it well deserved
Numbers for the accounts
A hand for the friend
Caresses for the ladies
Bullets for the enemies
Hated by two in the mafia
Kidnappers and bandits
To the godmothers of the government
And the ungrateful
Wherever Mochomo goes
The path is left clean
A 32 is approaching
Along with a 36
The 7 tells the 20
I want you to give your all
I'll wait for you at 27
As dawn begins
For beaches he's a warrior
For tequila, Jalisco
For women, Mazatlán
My cradle is Badiraguato
For a good friend, a hug
And we'll see each other later