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In a black car
A continental Lincoln
In South America it is rare
See Michoacán license plates
And it has already crossed the border
By boat to Panama
With ten gallons of weed
In pre-processed liquid
Marco tells Martin
This is how easy it is to transport it
If they discover us we will say
That it is fresh alfalfa water
When we arrive in Costa Rica
They ask for your documents
Gentlemen, we are tourists
And here we go On the way back
They checked their car
And they continued on their way
This is how they passed Nicaragua
Honduras and El Salvador
They didn't want to stop
And Guatemala crossed
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In Mexico it went inland
Trailers are no longer needed
To move the merchandise
Marco tells Martin
I already sold the ones I had
For pure pleasure I invite you
In a Uruapan some cold ones
Don't stay in Michoacán
You must enter fashion
Because kilo bales
They are going to go down in history
Teach yourself how to make juice
Just like Colomiba does