I saw the bony girl from the front
six blows enough
to kill anyone
and what it seemed
is that I made a pact with the devil
to wipe him out to death...
I saw several hitmen
I didn't know if they were contrary
their mission was to break me
and I felt my skin burn
they could have hurt me
but that's how I managed to fight myself...
And it would be luck or destiny
but I'm still on the path
and this was no longer my concern
I became friends with bullets
Today they look at me chattering
and don't miss the girls...
(That's old,
and pure Culiacán, Sinaloa plebes
this is Enigma Norteño)
They call me Neto Roca
I have not liked the fights
I am a friend of the good guys
and I always walk in my fields
greetings to my comrade
two flags compa Alfredo...
Little card game
here I have an advantage
thirty-eight without insurance
to always be safe
a well-reported whiskey
and from time to time when a cigar...
And it would be luck or destiny
but I'm still on the path
and this was no longer my concern
I became friends with bullets
today I They look chattering
and there is no shortage of girls...