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The voice of 8 can be heard ordering
the one who splits the cheese here in Culiacan
if the marinelas don't want to pull
I have the key if they want to enter
They throw the trash they want to catch me
with that bait I'm not going to bite
not even using another hook will they take me out
I'm here to make arrangements, not to mention
El Chavo has grown and sharpened his claws
he is no longer a child, now he has a beard
the old man's cub is the leader of the pack
he is a lion with a mane, a long mane
La Peña and El Charco welcome me well
a whiskey on the rocks quenches my thirst
the sun of Sonora takes away my stress
surrounded by blackberries I feel like the king
El Chavo has grown up and sharpened his claws
He is no longer a child, now he has a beard
The old man's cub is the leader of the pack
He is a lion with a long mane