El Corrido Del Chapo
De los pies a la cabeza
yo es bajito de estatura
de la cabeza hasta el cielo
yo le calculo su altura!
Ya conocio la riqueza
ya conocio la pobreza
si lo respetan respeta
si lo ofenden se acellera
y del infierno se escapa
y se persina en la iglesia
habeses la residencia
habeses casa campaña
los radios y las metrallas
durmiendo en piso o en la camma
de techoo abeses las cuevas
Joaquin el chapo se llamma
Acostumbrado a mandar
tambien te sabe escuchar
sobresale entre los grandes
chequen su historia nomas
echo raiz en el amor
ay muchos hijos por ay!
por me dio de este corrido
voy a mandar saludar
aquellos viejos amigos
que no e podido olvidar
soy el tio pa mis sobrinos
para otros chapo guzmman
The Ballad of El Chapo
From head to toe
I am short in stature
From head to the sky
I estimate his height!
He has known wealth
he has known poverty
if they respect him, he respects
if they offend him, he accelerates
and he escapes from hell
and he prays in the church
sometimes the residence
sometimes a country house
the radios and the bullets
sleeping on the floor or in bed
sometimes the caves for shelter
His name is Joaquin, El Chapo
Accustomed to giving orders
even knows how to listen
distinguishes himself among the greats
check out his story alone
rooted in love
there are many children around!
Through this ballad
I will send greetings
to those old friends
that I have not been able to forget
I am the uncle to my nephews
for others, Chapo Guzman