El M1
Se baja del pavimento
Trae comando bien armado
Se van por terraceria
Los carros bien enpolvados
A veces los veo serenos
A veces acelerados
Depende cual sea la prisa
Depende cual sea el motivo
Nomas le pican la cresta
Salta como un gallo giro
En espolon trae navaja
Pa rajar al enemigo
Les voy a decir quien es
Pa que darle tantas vueltas
El es manuel torres felix
Nombre y apellido suenan
Sus amigos lo saludan
Y el que no saca la vuelta
(pa toda la raza de mazatlan
Pura ms pariente)
Le trae numero m1
Se surte del mz
La jt lo protege
Desde halla donde se encuentra
Y tambien el m2
Brinca si un dia se ofreciera
Manuel desafia el peligro
Con la muerte se ah enfrentado
Cuando han querido llegarle
El m1 lo ha enboscado
Y los regresa a balazos
Cuando han querido atacarlo
Por radio por celular
Siempre bien comunicados
Donde se encuentran los puntos
Por donde va el don pasando
Y cuidado traisioneros
Por que ando por todos lados.
The M1
He gets off the pavement
Brings a well-armed command
They go through dirt roads
The cars all dusty
Sometimes I see them calm
Sometimes accelerated
It depends on the rush
It depends on the reason
They just touch his pride
He jumps like a fighting cock
He carries a knife in his spur
To slash the enemy
I'm going to tell you who he is
Why beat around the bush
He is Manuel Torres Felix
His name and surname sound
His friends greet him
And those who don't turn away
(for all the people from Mazatlan
Pure MS relatives)
He's known as M1
He supplies from the MZ
The JT protects him
From wherever he is
And also the M2
Jumps if one day it's needed
Manuel defies danger
He has faced death
When they have tried to reach him
The M1 has ambushed them
And he sends them back with bullets
When they have tried to attack him
By radio, by cell phone
Always well connected
Where the points are
Where the boss is passing through
And beware traitors
Because I'm everywhere.