Comando Del Macho Prieto
Con su estrategia de guerra
Con tropas y caravinas
Es un macho siete leguas
Al frente pa que lo sigan
Pero gonzalo a de cuenta
El general pancho villa
Su escuadron no tiene tregua
Pa la primera llamada
Ya empezo a temblar la tierra
Sobre la plaza cabalga
Trae mui alta la bandera
Con su vida la resguarda
Villa usaba carrilleras
Comanda su artilleria
Gonzalo trae su pechera
Para proteger su vida
Bazuka y rifle 50
Al trote de noche y dia
Es un jefe de hace años
Como un dia lo fue su padre
Mui entragado al trabajo
Un experto pal combate
Buen brazo derecho armaado
No le falla al m grande
Solo basta una palabra
Respondieron sus muchachos
Luego sacaron sus armas
Los desarmo a cañonazos
Es raza de la pesada
No pudieron levantarlo
Cambiaron las caravinas
Por cuernos lanzagranadas
Guardo sus caballerias
Para sacar las blindadas
Dejaron las carrilleras
Trae su raza empecherada
El jefe anda a la carrera
Va arrazando con la muerte
En culiacan que es su tierra
Trae al mando mucha gente
Pa qien qiera la pelea
Siempre cabalgando al frente
Le mueven la cuna al niño
Eso lo pone violento
Despues abre un pergamino
Para que no anden con juegos
Al paredon enemigo
Preparen apunten fuego!
Con su estrategia de guerra
Lista con sus caravinas
Gonzalo les de una seña
Se rompen todas las filas
Mirarlo al frente a de cuenta
El general pancho villa
Macho Prieto's Command
With his war strategy
With troops and rifles
He's a tough guy, seven leagues
Leading for others to follow
But Gonzalo knows
General Pancho Villa
His squadron never rests
At the first call
The earth starts shaking
He rides into the square
Carrying the flag high
Protecting it with his life
Villa used cartridge belts
Leading his artillery
Gonzalo wears his bulletproof vest
To protect his life
Bazooka and a .50 rifle
Galloping day and night
He's a leader of many years
Like his father once was
Dedicated to his work
An expert in combat
A strong right arm
Never fails the big boss
Just one word is enough
His boys responded
Then they grabbed their weapons
He disarmed them with cannon shots
He's from the tough breed
They couldn't bring him down
They swapped rifles
For grenade launchers
He kept his cavalry
To take down the armored vehicles
Left behind the cartridge belts
His breed is ready for battle
The boss is on the run
Leaving death in his wake
In Culiacan, his homeland
Leading a large group
For anyone looking for a fight
Always riding at the front
They touch the child's cradle
That makes him furious
Then he opens a scroll
So they don't play games
Enemy against the wall
Get ready, aim, fire!
With his war strategy
Ready with his rifles
Gonzalo gives a signal
Breaking all the lines
Facing him, Gonzalo knows
General Pancho Villa