La Pista Secreta
Bueno quien habla? Jefe jefe soy yo
Nos descubrieron la pista secreta
Alguien nos puso el dedo
Maldita sea voy para allá
Atoren le a esos desgraciados no se la van a acaba
Saco una bolsa de polvo y se dio tres muy aprisa
Le sumio tiro a su escuadra y se fajo la camisa
Les dice a sus compañeros hay problemas en la pista
Procedente de colombia una avioneta llegaba
A la sierra sinaloense donde iva ser descargada
Pero la pista secreta la judicial encontraba
Ya la estaban descargando cuando se oye una sirena
Los narcos se reportaron jefe tenemos problemas
El jefe dice hagan frente voy para allá no se muevan
Empezaron los disparos al llegar la judicial
Cayeron dos traficantes quedaban cuatro no mas
Pero cuando llega el jefe no quedo ni un federal
Y hay les voy compa!
Señor aquí esta la carga dijeron los colombianos
Entréguenos el dinero por que ya nos retiramos
Pues que tengan muy buen viaje al infierno los mandaron
Ninguno era judicial eran pájaros rabones
Se disfrazaron de leyes como en varias ocasiones
Junto con los colombianos hacían sus operaciones
El hombre se carcajeaba y besaba los paquetes
Que mansito me agarraron no saben con quien se meten
Si no es por el pericaso no hubiera salvado el flete
The Secret Track
Well, who's speaking? Boss, boss it's me
They discovered the secret track
Someone tipped them off
Damn it, I'm heading there
Hold those bastards down, they won't get away
He took out a bag of powder and quickly took three hits
He loaded his gun and tucked in his shirt
He tells his partners there are problems on the track
Coming from Colombia, a small plane was arriving
To the Sinaloan mountains where it was to be unloaded
But the secret track was found by the authorities
They were unloading when a siren was heard
The drug dealers reported, boss we have problems
The boss said stand your ground, I'm on my way, don't move
The shots started when the authorities arrived
Two traffickers fell, only four left
But when the boss arrived, not a single federal was left
And here I go, buddy!
'Sir, here is the cargo,' said the Colombians
'Give us the money because we're leaving'
'Well, have a nice trip to hell,' they were told
None of them were authorities, they were cunning birds
They disguised themselves as laws as they had done before
Together with the Colombians, they carried out their operations
The man laughed and kissed the packages
'You caught me so easily, you don't know who you're dealing with'
If it wasn't for the lucky break, the shipment wouldn't have been saved