Two brave, very close friends
Who by the way are compadres
They have grown up in danger
And have become respectable
Commanders Toro and Cleopas
Two implacable warriors.
They have fought a thousand battles
Shootouts every now and then
And still those that are missing
They say laughing they are already here
We will die on the line
In the style of Al Qaeda.
What they start they finish
They don't wait for tomorrow
They are still relentless
They shout up in the morning
Bull and Cleopas always toast
Later ©s of such a long day.
The compadres always have batteries
At the service of the mafia
They don't even care for a moment
They have people on every block
And they enjoy life
Distributing tons.
Two brave compadres
For respected facts
Bosses of the Gulf cartel
Very fast men
They are happy throwing lead
This is how they were trained.
If someone requests support
They are the ones who arrive first
If they encounter 300
They don't wrinkle their skin
The compadres are violent
Since the day they were born.
Work and partying
Keeps them well together
Through good and bad
Friends always together
Controlling well their squares
To the sound of goat horns.
Two respected pistols
And two little goat horns
Two AR launches potatoes
Two brave commandos
Wherever they go, they roll up their sleeves
Bull and Cleopas in their own style.