La Pista Secreta

Well, who's speaking? Boss, boss it's me
They discovered the secret track
Someone tipped them off
Damn it, I'm heading there
Hold those bastards down, they won't get away

He took out a bag of powder and quickly took three hits
He loaded his gun and tucked in his shirt
He tells his partners there are problems on the track

Coming from Colombia, a small plane was arriving
To the Sinaloan mountains where it was to be unloaded
But the secret track was found by the authorities

They were unloading when a siren was heard
The drug dealers reported, boss we have problems
The boss said stand your ground, I'm on my way, don't move

The shots started when the authorities arrived
Two traffickers fell, only four left
But when the boss arrived, not a single federal was left

And here I go, buddy!
'Sir, here is the cargo,' said the Colombians
'Give us the money because we're leaving'
'Well, have a nice trip to hell,' they were told

None of them were authorities, they were cunning birds
They disguised themselves as laws as they had done before
Together with the Colombians, they carried out their operations

The man laughed and kissed the packages
'You caught me so easily, you don't know who you're dealing with'
If it wasn't for the lucky break, the shipment wouldn't have been saved