500 Balazos
500 Balazos, armas automáticas
Pecheras portaban, de cuerno las ráfagas
Los altos calibres, tumbaban civiles
También por igual
Anti-blindajes, expansivas las balas
Dos o tres bazucas y lanza granadas
Obregon sonora de veras pensaba que andaba en iraq.
Vestidos de negro, encapuchados
Muy bien entrenados, pues fueron soldados
La mafia les paga, y ellos disparan
No pueden fallar
(Ahi le va un saludo pa'l compadre y toda su gente échenle ganas plebes)
Muchachos de arranque, saben del peligro
Ya están bien curtidos, se hicieron a tiros
Al que se atraviesa tumban la cabeza
Si es que bien le va
Ya los del gobierno, no quieren toparlos
Si escuchan disparos, corren pa' otro lado
Por lo que les pagan, no piensan por nada
La vida arriesgar
Rugen motores, ya van los comandos
La ciudad peinando, y levantando
Negocio resuelto, patrón satisfecho
Hay que festejar
500 Shots
500 Shots, automatic weapons
They carried bulletproof vests, the bursts of horn
The high calibers, knocking down civilians
Also the same way
Anti-armor, expanding bullets
Two or three bazookas and grenade launchers
Obregon from Sonora really thought he was in Iraq
Dressed in black, hooded
Very well trained, as they were soldiers
The mafia pays them, and they shoot
They can't fail
(Here's a greeting to the buddy and all his people, give it your all, folks)
Boys from the start, they know the danger
They are well seasoned, they became shooters
They knock down anyone who gets in their way
If they're lucky
Now the government doesn't want to face them
If they hear shots, they run the other way
For what they're paid, they don't think twice
Risking their lives
Engines roar, here come the commandos
Sweeping the city, and picking up
Business resolved, boss satisfied
Time to celebrate
Escrita por: Miguel Gaxiola / Jorge Gaxiola / Miguel Alejandro Gaxiola