Polvora Quemada
Huele a pólvora quemada en hermosillo, sonora
A punta de metralletas, llegan tirando y a quemarropa
Está triste la plebada, de caitime hasta sonora
Porque se fue un gallo fino, que era el amigo de sinaloa
Le faltaron al respeto, al cartel de sinaloa
Sobre aviso, no hay engaño, pues va con todo, la voladora
De por sí, que ya eran bravos, los trescientos a su mando
Pues cómo no iban a serlo, si el R-5, supo orientarlos
Lo tumbaron a la mala, no tuvo tiempo de nada
Si hubiera tenido chance, ese cuernito lo despiojaba
En qué bronca se metieron, la gente nueva afirmaba
Ahora, toda la plebada, por el señor, busca venganza
Se miran enfrentamientos, la prensa lo publicaba
El charco es zona de guerra, la gente nueva está involucrada
De por sí, que ya eran bravos, los trescientos a su mando
Pues cómo no iban a serlo, si el R-5, supo orientarlos
Burnt Gunpowder
It smells like burnt gunpowder in Hermosillo, Sonora
With machine guns blazing, they come in shooting up close
The crowd is feeling down, from Caitime to Sonora
Because a fine rooster left, who was Sinaloa's friend
They disrespected the Sinaloa cartel
With a warning, there's no trickery, they’re coming in hot, the ambush
They were already tough, the three hundred under his command
How could they not be, when R-5 knew how to guide them
They took him down dirty, he didn’t have time for anything
If he’d had a chance, he would’ve taken care of that little horn
What a mess they got into, the new guys were claiming
Now, the whole crowd is out for revenge for their boss
There are confrontations in sight, the press was reporting
The swamp is a war zone, the new guys are involved
They were already tough, the three hundred under his command
How could they not be, when R-5 knew how to guide them
Escrita por: Diego R. Sierra