Ramón Arellano
Hombre de pocas palabras
Orgullo de sus hermanos
Cualquiera le tenía miedo
No le temblaba la mano
Unos le decian colores otros Ramon Arellano
Cuerno de chivo en el hombro
Y en su cuadril una escuadra
Varias granadas de mano
Listas para detonarlas
Charola de comandante y su chaleco antibalas
Veinte años en el negocio
No los aguanta cualquiera
Ramon a punta de balas
Acaparo la frontera
Aunque su voz no era gruesa
Ponia a temblar a cualquiera
A si nació de valiente
Pues era de Sinaloa
Amante de los corridos
Norteños y de tambora
Su vicio eran las mujeres
Y disparar su pistola
No toleraba reclamos
rápido les enfundaba
Sin decir ni una palabra
Les disparaba en la cara
Era Ramon Arellano
Nadie podia decir nada
Hombre de pocas palabras
Orgullo de sus hermanos
Aunque era de Sinaloa
Bien parecía siciliano
Por que ajustaba las cuentas
Siempre al estilo italiano
Ramón Arellano
Man of few words
Pride of his brothers
Anyone was afraid of him
His hand didn't shake
Some called him colors, others Ramon Arellano
Goat horn on his shoulder
And on his hip a gun
Several hand grenades
Ready to detonate
Commander's badge and his bulletproof vest
Twenty years in the business
Not everyone can handle them
Ramon with bullets
Took over the border
Although his voice wasn't deep
He made anyone tremble
That's how he was born brave
Because he was from Sinaloa
Lover of corridos
Northern songs and tambora
His vice was women
And shooting his gun
He didn't tolerate complaints
Quickly he would holster them
Without saying a word
He shot them in the face
He was Ramon Arellano
No one could say anything
Man of few words
Pride of his brothers
Although he was from Sinaloa
He looked Sicilian
Because he settled scores
Always in the Italian style