Si Estuviera El Güero (part. Giovanny Ayala)
Y se viene otro más de la pluma mi compa Giovanny
Derriba el Culiacán mi viejo
¡Ajá!
Afirmativo compa Barajas
Si estuviera el güero, otra cosa sería
Porque la gente lo quería
Siempre se dio a respetar
Y lo sabe Culiacán
Que él se pudo haber salvado
Pero no se echó pa' atrás
Tembló la oficina cuando fueron por Juancho
Y es que estaba caliente el rancho
Porque de barba se fue, el plomo no era para él
El gordo, el Checo y el Pío no lo podían creer
En aquellos años, éramos de los mismos
Todos eran amigos y pregúntenselo al veinte
Cuando hablan del güerito, se agüita mucha gente
Pero el que más lo extraña, sigue siendo Vicente
Aquel tira con clavo o la frompier dura del nivel siete
Cuando iba a pelarle ese machete
Por si nació un dineral, nueve por el general
Lo querían en donde se hace uno en su funeral
Se iba pa' Peñasco, a ella lo esperaba Gonzalo
Y el seis, que era como su hermano
Se escuchó que entre los tres, empezaron a meter
Por debajo de la tierra, kilos del polvo aquel
No fue ningún secreto, que tuvo muchas novias
Por ser un caballero, no le decían que no
Si montaba una mula, se acordaba del diez
Con la bandona a viento, fue enigma en un dos tres
If the Blond Guy Were Here (feat. Giovanny Ayala)
And here comes another one from my buddy Giovanny
Culiacán's going down, my old man
Aha!
You got it, buddy Barajas
If the blond guy were here, things would be different
Because people loved him
He always earned their respect
And Culiacán knows it
He could've saved himself
But he didn't back down
The office shook when they came for Juancho
And the ranch was hot
Because he went out with a beard, the bullets weren't meant for him
The fat guy, Checo, and Pío couldn't believe it
Back in those days, we were all tight
Everyone was friends, just ask the twenty
When they talk about the blond guy, a lot of people get sad
But the one who misses him the most is still Vicente
That cop with a nail or the tough guy from level seven
When he was about to swing that machete
Just in case a fortune was born, nine for the general
They wanted him where one becomes a legend at his funeral
He'd head to Peñasco, Gonzalo was waiting for him
And the six, who was like his brother
It was heard that among the three, they started to stash
Under the ground, kilos of that powder
It was no secret, he had many girlfriends
Being a gentleman, they never said no to him
If he rode a mule, he remembered the ten
With the band playing loud, he was a mystery in a flash