El Corrido Del Ruso

I'm tough for those who seek it, oh people know who’s real
If you have a question, I give answers on the spot
I won’t leave you in doubt, I’m the one with the hot water

There’s land divided up and I take care of mine
Who comes or who’s gone, cops, snitches, or sailors
Who rises or who falls, my ears hear it all

Imported from Russia, it came right to my hands
A cut-down horn for when it’s time to fight
I always carry it slung, for my own safety

Why so much gear, why the caravans?
It’s to scare the hell out of anyone who crosses the line
I jump and Ponchito jumps with all the crew

You can’t see the face of a coin in the air
That’s why you can’t trust it, until it hits the ground
Here things get done, however I damn well please

The gear I carry, yeah, it’s built for tough use
The long and short rifles, I sure put them to good use
If you want to know my nickname, nice to meet you, I’m the Russian