Los Dos Plebes

In the bar on the two of diamonds, two guys were getting wasted
With dollars in their pockets and their guns tucked in tight
And their big trucks from last year parked outside
One was from Sinaloa, the other from Durango
You could tell from miles away they were up to no good
They're tough guys
Who aren't scared of death or gunfire

Take a hit, my friend
And a drink to wash it down, don’t you dare
Say that the little bird doesn’t matter
Isn’t he from Sinaloa? No way he’s backing down
I’m from Sinaloa, buddy, and I want to congratulate you
You’ve got good knowledge, and I won’t disrespect you
Bring on the little bird and the drink for the bitter times
Oh Sinaloa, how I love you
And also the quelite, listen up

Hey, Sinaloan friend, I invite you to drink with me
But I warn you, I have many enemies
Who want to take me down, you know the reasons
I accept the invitation; I won’t turn you down
I’ve got my own problems; they want to kill me too
Let them show up; they won’t finish me off

When you go over to Durango, listen up, Sinaloan friend
There’s your humble home in case you ever need it
If I can help you with anything
Don’t think twice
I say the same when you’re in my land
I’m from Badiraguato, right by the mountains
I’ll be waiting for you to have another good bender