El Botas Blancas

I'm no longer the helper
Today I am head of the squares
They are no longer kilo bales
I turned them into tons
I was once a farmer
Now I'm "the white boots"

That palm ranch
If you saw how I miss you
From a prison in Durango
They lost a discharge
They also call him "the uncle"
Mented boss of bosses

Money gives power
As everyone already knows
"Juarez" you are my land
Where the grass is greener
All over Mexico
I have support everywhere

There is a party in the mountains
The band is playing for me
Let them play straight cigars
And let this "chaka" sing to us
Greetings to my brother
The one with the fixed gaze

I'm still the good one
My horn for those who jump
For all culiacan
The signs say it
Messages for the government
Rules for them to locate

This business is damn
You have to know how to endure
The mafia never forgives
We have to adapt
But no matter what happens
"Greetings to Culiacan"