Guerreros Aztecas

I am the son of the justicier
I follow the steps of the old man
I am his blood, I am the good one
I learned from his advice

In the heat, I took the position
Don't ask me much, it fit him like a glove
I receive orders from Alfredo
I take it to 10-4, combing the terrain well
Navojoa, how I love you

Women, money, and respect
That will never be lacking, let the wind bands thunder
That tonight I will party

Long barrels and horns
Fifty-year-olds and drills
I bring the young ones well placed

With a belt with a school of damn
Like Aztec warriors who are always ready
To make a mess

I've already peeled off from the government
They already know what I've done with this
That what's left are balls

Pure new people who are trained
And who don't hesitate to pull the trigger without thinking
On the edge of the knife
Without fear of anyone or anything

Just like that, old man
Up Sonora

I receive orders from Alfredo
I take it to 10-4, combing the terrain well
Navojoa, how I love you

Women, money, and respect
That will never be lacking, let the wind bands thunder
That tonight I will party

Long barrels and horns
Fifty-year-olds and drills
I bring the young ones well placed

With a belt with a school of damn
Like Aztec warriors who are always ready
To make a mess

I've already peeled off from the government
They already know what I've done with this
That what's left are balls

Pure new people who are trained
And who don't hesitate to pull the trigger without thinking
On the edge of the knife
Without fear of anyone or anything