Ramon Arellano (part. Los Tucanes de Tijuana)

Man of few words
Pride of his brothers
Anyone was afraid of him
His hand didn't shake
Some called him Colores
Others Ramón Arellano

Goat horn on his shoulder
And a gun on his hip
Several hand grenades
Ready to detonate
Commander's badge
And his bulletproof vest

Twenty years in the business
Not everyone can handle it
Ramón with bullets
Took over the border
Although his voice wasn't deep
He made anyone tremble

That's how brave he was born
Because he was from Sinaloa
Lover of corridos
Northern songs and tambora
His vice was women
And shooting his gun

He didn't tolerate complaints
Quickly drew his gun
Without saying a word
He shot them in the face
He was Ramón Arellano
No one could say anything

Man of few words
Pride of his brothers
Although he was from Sinaloa
He looked Sicilian
Because he settled scores
Always in the Italian style