Los Relatos de Un Guacho
Desde el techo toda la tarde volaban, Caitime se calentó
Talibanes, escoltas, exmilitares que cuidaban al viejón
Con todo
Punteros de apoyo
Saben, no está solo
Firmes están sus muchachos
Siempre le han salido al toro
Reportaron que una camioneta blanca llegó al pueblo esa ocasión
Dijeron que estaba llena de costales, pero eran de la región
Y entraron
En doble rodado
Y nunca pensamos
Que eran gafes, casco negro
Y además iban armados
Los Nuevos Rebeldes
Y puro Del Records
Así es
Arribaron y al bajarse de inmediato abrimos fuego a discreción
Salió el jefe echando bala, como siempre, y en su blindada partió
Peleamos
Buen rato aguantamos
Los plebes tirando
Y en la caja de una troca
Luchando para pelarnos
No alcancé a subirme a la doble rodado, si no haya sido trozón
Con un brawning de cinta venía equipada pa responder con tostón
Llegaron
Volando artillados
Del aire atacaron
El pick-up, nos reventaron
Y tuvimos que fugarnos
Por andar en la vagancia con su gente, también por ser capitán
Es un jefe de alto mando sinaloense, y mi apoyo le he de brindar
Estamos
Siempre recordando
Batallas peleando
Son los relatos de un guacho
Yo ya me voy retirando
The Tales of a Kid
From the rooftop all afternoon they were flying, Caitime got heated up
Taliban, bodyguards, ex-military watching over the old man
With everything
Support shooters
They know, he’s not alone
His boys are standing firm
They’ve always faced the bull
They reported a white truck rolled into town that day
They said it was full of bags, but they were from the area
And they came in
With a double axle
And we never thought
They were feds, black helmets
And they were armed too
The New Rebels
And pure Del Records
That’s how it is
They arrived and as soon as they got out we opened fire at will
The boss was shooting, as always, and took off in his armored ride
We fought
Held out for a good while
The kids were firing
And in the back of a truck
Struggling to get away
I didn’t make it onto the double axle, or I would’ve been minced
With a Browning belt-fed, it was ready to respond with a blast
They came
Flying in armed
Attacking from the air
The pickup, they blew us up
And we had to bail out
For hanging out with his crew, also for being a captain
He’s a high-ranking boss from Sinaloa, and I’ll support him
We’re always
Remembering
Fighting battles
These are the tales of a kid
I’m already heading out