Clave Privada
Dicen que me andan buscando
Que me quieren agarrar
Rueguenle a dios no encontrarme
Porque les puede pesar
Mi gente se me enloquece
Cuando le ordeno matar
Ya mucho tiempo fui pobre
Mucha gente me humillaba
Empeze a ganar dinero
Las cosas estan volteadas
Ahora me llaman patrón
Tengo mi clave privada
Yo me paseo por tijuana
En mi cheyenne del año
Dos hombres en la cajuela
Con un cuerno en cada mano
De vigilancia dos carros
Por si sucede algo extraño
Voy a seguir trabajando
Mientras tenga compradores
En los estados unidos
Alla existen los mejores
Compran cien kilos de polvo
Como comprar unas flores
Quiero mandar un saludo
A toditos los presentes
Amigos que estan conmigo
Y tambien a los ausentes
Brindemos por las mujeres
Las traigo siempre en mi mente
Mi orgullo es ser sinaloense
Lo digo donde yo quiero
Estado de muchos gallos
Que hoy se encuentran prisioneros
Pero este gallo es mas bravo
Les canta en su gallinero
Tengan cuidado señores
Andan buscando la muerte
El miedo no lo conozco
Para eso no tuve suerte
Soy cerca de culiacán
Valle de puros valientes
Private Key
They say they are looking for me
That they want to catch me
Pray to God not to find me
Because it can weigh on them
My people go crazy
When I order them to kill
I was poor for a long time
Many people humiliated me
I started making money
Things are turned around
Now they call me boss
I have my private key
I stroll through Tijuana
In my year's Cheyenne
Two men in the trunk
With a horn in each hand
Two cars on surveillance
In case something strange happens
I will keep working
As long as I have buyers
In the United States
There are the best
They buy a hundred kilos of powder
Like buying some flowers
I want to send a greeting
To all those present
Friends who are with me
And also to the absent ones
Let's toast to the women
I always carry them in my mind
My pride is being from Sinaloa
I say it wherever I want
State of many roosters
Who are now prisoners
But this rooster is braver
He sings in his henhouse
Be careful, gentlemen
They are looking for death
I don't know fear
I wasn't lucky for that
I am close to Culiacán
Valley of pure brave people
Escrita por: Mario Quintero