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The Blond Bastidas

Enigma Norteño

El Guero Bastidas

Desapercivido discreto y sin ruido asi es el amigo,
No tiene fachada de estar en la mafia pero es su destino,
Sabe trabajar dar la mano al amigo y ayudar su jente,
Amistades pocas y entre ellas estan la del niño vicente.

No soy tan bajito tampoco soy alto pero soy guerito,
Saludo a la clicka del M y tambien a la del chaparrito,
El 6 un buen compa que limpia la obra aya en la frontera,
El numero 1 un amigo serio que no se acelera.

Las paredes hablan por eso mis jales los hago a la sorda,
En enfrentamientos torie a una señora aya por sonora,
El numero 11 se enfrenta con bazuka granada y pistola,
Son cosas que pasan gafes del oficio de ultima hora.

No habra violencia pero nose metan oigan su instinto,
Mujeres hermosas mirada que reta una super al cinto,
Se le ve trankilo y seguido se enfiesta cuando ahi rato libre,
Cuenta con punteros claves y blindajes y gruesos calibres.

Bastida de negro se vista la muerte cuando busca un sayo,
Yo tambien me alisto y me pinto solo para los caballos,
Y para chambear o arreglar un buen jale eeh salido adelante,
Cuento con el pago y con el respaldo de los meros grandes.

Me voy no sin antes dejarles en claro que soy sinaloense,
Para ser exacto soy de culiacan donde ahi hombres valientes,
Tengo que estar trucha y pendiente de todo ya me voy pa arriva,
Pero cuando baje andar de parranda que no quepa duda

The Blond Bastidas

Unnoticed discreet and quietly that's how the friend is,
He doesn't have the facade of being in the mafia but it's his destiny,
He knows how to work, lend a hand to a friend and help his people,
Few friendships and among them is the one with the boy Vicente.

I'm not so short nor am I tall but I'm fair-skinned,
I greet the M clique and also the shorty's clique,
The 6 a good buddy who cleans the job over there on the border,
The number 1 a serious friend who doesn't rush.

The walls talk, that's why I do my jobs quietly,
In confrontations, I fought a lady over in Sonora,
The number 11 faces off with bazooka, grenade, and pistol,
These are things that happen, mishaps of the last-minute job.

There won't be violence but don't get involved, listen to your instinct,
Beautiful women, a challenging look, a super gun at the waist,
He seems calm and often parties when he has free time,
He has key pointers, armor, and heavy calibers.

Dressed in black, Death looks for a coat when it's time,
I also get ready and dress up just for the horses,
And to work or fix a good job, I've moved forward,
I have the payment and the support of the big shots.

I'm leaving but not before making it clear that I'm from Sinaloa,
To be exact, I'm from Culiacan where there are brave men,
I have to be alert and attentive to everything, I'm going up now,
But when I come down, I'll be partying, no doubt.

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