Kikil Caro
Pero que tan caro pudiera salirme
Entrar y salir y no salir raspado
Pero que tan caro pudiera costarme
Mancharme las manos si ya estoy entrado
Tiempo al tiempo y se pasa volando
Solo aqui el recuerdo queda y casquillos quemados
Una mancha más al cachorro del tigre
Su padre es leyenda el hijo es el legado
Se cuenta el milagro pero nunca al santo
Y aunque me pongan años me quedo callado
Cumplo la condena o rompemos candados
Pero aquí el mandado quedo bien logrado
Ay nomas hijo del pelo chino
Usted diga que hay que hacer y estamos preparados
Pa lo que se ocupe estamos pal equipo
Y no tardo mucho pa dar resultados
(Y nos vamos hasta sinaloa
Compa josué balderrama)
Se aprenden cosas buenas también cosas malas
Se aprenden muchas mañas estando en la mafia
Y el que es de buna sangre no importa el terreno
Aquí nos paramos y estamos parejos
Y mi compa toca no se raja siempre estuviste a mi lado
Y eso lo agradezco la lumbre no se apaga si el carbón es bueno
Mi compa es un ocote
Pa prender el fuego
Palomita blanca tu que vuelas alto
Llevales el recado a la gente que extraño
Mis hijos y mis padres mis primos y hermanos
Amigos quisiera estar alla tomando
Y escuhar retumbar la tambora
Que suene por todo el rancho como acostumbramos
Un kalashnikov vomitaba 100 tiros
Arma preferida de "kikil caro
Kikil Caro
But how expensive could it be?
Get in and get out and don't get scraped
But how expensive could it cost me?
Get my hands dirty if I'm already in
Time after time and it flies by
Only here the memory remains and burned shells
One more stain on the tiger cub
His father is a legend, his son is the legacy
The miracle is told but never to the saint
And even though they give me years I stay silent
I serve the sentence or we break locks
But here the order was well accomplished.
Oh just son of Chinese hair
You say what needs to be done and we are ready
For whatever you take care of we are for the team
And it didn't take long to give results.
(And we go to Sinaloa
Compa Joshua Balderrama)
You learn good things and bad things too.
You learn a lot of skills being in the mafia
And he who is of good blood does not care about the terrain
Here we stand and we are even
And my friend plays, he doesn't crack, you were always by my side
And I appreciate that, the fire doesn't go out if the coal is good.
My friend is an ocote
To light the fire
Little white dove, you fly high
Take the message to the people I miss
My children and my parents my cousins and brothers
Friends I would like to be there drinking
And hear the drum reverberate
Let it sound throughout the ranch as we usually do
A Kalashnikov vomited 100 shots
Favorite weapon of "kikil caro"