Javier Díaz (feat. La Ventaja)

Old school of the mafia
With principles and words
Javier Díaz carried them
And I won't talk more

Because there's no need
He was Baltazar's son
The one who went to face them
Just so you see the caliber

And in Nocoriba the story began

Not because he was Balta's son
Don't think you couldn't find him
You danced with him there in Chihuahua

When the government fell
In search of your Boss
While he snitched on everyone
You stood by him
You endured the beatings
You worked with a respected man

What happened, my boy, I heard you did well
That's what the old man said, and asked for his name
You look like a friend

Yes sir, I'm Javier Díaz, of whom they say I'm his son
But I like to earn what's mine, he replied
And there his destiny changed

(And here we continue with the old school corridos)
(All Enigma Norteño)
(Any others?)

He became the boss of the plazas
Veracruz, Cancun, Oaxaca
Ships and planes arrived

Full of white powder
He made Colombian friends
Also great Sinaloans
El Azul and El Chico Fuentes
They liked him for being a good rooster

You were a son-in-law and like a son of Don Mayo
With all the demeanor of a boss
And a Sinaloan accent
That's how people saw him

Some scorpion grips
That shone
Belt and ostrich boots
That he liked to wear
From Tijuana to Mexico City
So much green money hadn't been seen

We'll remember him, when he started drinking
And the music, no doubt, was with Luis and Julián
Who always cheered him up
His horse the R15, he danced with the band
Singing his corrido we remember Javier
The one he liked the most