El Gatillero
Erik Estrada y sus Mal Portados
The Gunman
I like being a gunman, I like pulling the trigger
I like cutting off heads, grenades on my chest
And a bazooka hanging, ready for when there's war
In pure armored cars, rifles fully loaded
And 100 men on high alert, grenade launcher
And a super well-equipped, I have to settle scores
With camouflaged clothing and everyone in caravans
To kill the enemy, listen to the machine guns
How those beasts roar, music to my ears
My gun doesn't back down when it sees some scum
Then I spray it with bullets, leave my message
Because if you try to be smart, you've already tasted my bullets
No need to say my name, people here know me
And the government doesn't have me 100% Sinaloan
I have a pact with death and ready for war
I like being a gunman, I like pulling the trigger
I like collecting debts, I like seeing the blood
And them dying instantly, and cutting off their heads
