Cheyenne Con Campers
Se paró una Cheyenne con camper
Junto a unas blindadas que cargaban barrets
Traían cajas repletas de balas
Puras carrilleras de un solo tiraje
Eran tiros calibres 50
Con 7 impactos voltean un tráiler
El chiste era arreglar un problema
Peligroso y grande que andaba en la calle
Luces rojas cambiaron a verdes
Sonaron los radios
Se activó a los plebes
Aquel jefe contactó a su gente
Todos se le reportaron en caliente
Se calentaron las voladoras
Preparaban de todos los carros
Pistolas, cuernos, metralladoras
Con lanza granadas y granadas de mano
Quien quiera anda vestido de negro
Unos traen cachuchas y algunos sombreros
Tenis deportivos y ligeros
Ya sea con botas o guaraches de cuero
Pa' pelear no bajan la mirada
Manejan cualquier tipo de arma
Aquí nadie usa pasamontañas
Ni que fueran ratas
Para taparse la cara
Los guachos estaban ubicados
Todos los punteros hacían su trabajo
Ellos son los que están vigilando
En carros y motos y hasta caminando
Son de las piezas más importantes
Del rompecabezas de este cartel
Llevan la distancia muy discretos
Conocen del tiempo
Atrás y adelante
Un volante y cuatro hacen equipo
Quiero que coordinen los grupos de 5
Copilotos tranquilos y activos
Alertas y tiren solo al objetivo
Ataquen al escuchar mi orden
No quiero fallas, no se equivoquen
No le den confianza al enemigo
Espalda con espalda
Sin bajas ni errores
Se paró una Cheyenne con camper
Junto a unas blindadas que cargaban barrets
Varios hombres descargan balas
Volaban blindadas, todo era impactante
El enemigo contra-atacaba
Pero recontra atacaba el jefe
Yo soy gente del Mayo Zambada
El problema se acaba
Con bazucas y cohetes
Cheyenne With Campers
A Cheyenne with a camper stopped
Next to some armored vehicles carrying barrets
They brought boxes full of bullets
Pure single-shot rifles
They were .50 caliber shots
With 7 hits they flip a trailer
The joke was to fix a dangerous
And big problem that was on the street
Red lights turned to green
Radios sounded
The guys were activated
That boss contacted his people
Everyone reported to him hot
The rockets heated up
They were preparing all the cars
Pistols, horns, machine guns
With grenade launchers and hand grenades
Whoever wants to dress in black
Some wear caps and some hats
Sporty and light sneakers
Whether with boots or leather sandals
To fight, they don't lower their gaze
They handle any type of weapon
Here, no one wears balaclavas
As if they were rats
To cover their faces
The lookouts were located
All the pointers were doing their job
They are the ones who are watching
In cars and motorcycles and even walking
They are the most important pieces
Of the puzzle of this cartel
They keep their distance very discreetly
They know about time
Back and forth
One driver and four make a team
I want you to coordinate the groups of 5
Calm and active co-pilots
Alert and shoot only at the target
Attack when you hear my order
I don't want mistakes, don't get it wrong
Don't give the enemy confidence
Back to back
Without casualties or mistakes
A Cheyenne with a camper stopped
Next to some armored vehicles carrying barrets
Several men unload bullets
Armored vehicles flew, everything was striking
The enemy counterattacked
But the boss counter-counterattacked
I am a person from Mayo Zambada
The problem ends
With bazookas and rockets