C.D.S.
De vender naranjas a tener fortuna
Grande como pocos, no es por su estatura
Fuera de su estado pa'l gobierno es malo
Y en Badiraguato, ah, cómo ha ayudado
Después de salirse ya de varias rejas
Allá por lo Mochis se volvieron presa
Porque la familia siempre es lo primero
Se marcó la historia aquel 8 de enero
Quiere volver
Tal vez ahora no sea en busca de poder
Hoy que los años ya le pesan
Quiere llevarse la sorpresa de su familia volverla a ver
Quiere regresar
Y llegando la Tuna ir a visitar
Que siempre le gustó lo bueno
Y esos frijoles rancheros preparados por su amá
Un día lo pidieron y se lo llevaron
Desde aquel entonces no lo han regresado
Alguien desde el cielo ahora ya le reza
Ay, a sus muchachos de veras les pesa
C la D y la S ya hicieron historia
Como los tres números en su pistola
Pero por la fama todos les achacan
Pero con el azul claro no trabaja
Azul como el cielo con Juanito y Nacho
Desde que se fueron, ah, cómo faltaron
Y fuera del jale un día lloró por Edgar
Y por lo del pollo se rompieron treguas
Quiere volver
Tal vez ahora no sea en busca de poder
Hoy que los años ya le pesan
Quiere llevarse la sorpresa de su familia volverla a ver
Quiere regresar
Y llegando la Tuna ir a visitar
Que siempre le gustó lo bueno
Y esos frijoles rancheros preparados por su amá
C.D.S.
From selling oranges to having fortune
Great like few, not because of his height
Outside his state, for the government he's bad
And in Badiraguato, oh, how he has helped
After getting out of several bars
There in Los Mochis they became prey
Because family always comes first
The history was marked that January 8th
He wants to return
Maybe now not in search of power
Today that the years weigh on him
He wants to be surprised to see his family again
He wants to come back
And upon arriving in La Tuna, go visit
He always liked the good things
And those ranch-style beans prepared by his mom
One day they asked for him and took him away
Since then, they haven't returned him
Someone from heaven now prays for him
Oh, his boys truly feel the weight
C, D, and S have already made history
Like the three numbers on his gun
But for the fame, they all blame them
But he doesn't work with light blue
Blue like the sky with Juanito and Nacho
Since they left, oh, how they were missed
And outside of work, one day he cried for Edgar
And because of the chicken, truces were broken
He wants to return
Maybe now not in search of power
Today that the years weigh on him
He wants to be surprised to see his family again
He wants to come back
And upon arriving in La Tuna, go visit
He always liked the good things
And those ranch-style beans prepared by his mom