Pacas De A Kilo

I like to walk through the mountains
I grew up among the bushes
That's where I learned to do the math
Just counting sacks
I like to outsmart the networks
That the federals set up

Very close to the mountains
I have a cattle ranch
Cattle without ticks
That I take abroad
How nice my cows look
With lamb tails

My Father's friends
Admire and respect me
And in two or three hundred meters
I lift the airplanes
Of different calibers
I handle the machine guns

El Tigre accompanies me
Because he has been a great friend
Master on the small runway
Also very cautious
He knows that in this job
It's not good to fly asleep

They're out there talking
That one day they'll kill me
I'm not scared of snakes
I know how to lose and win
I carry a goat horn
For those who want to join

For the business I have
I walk around everywhere
I don't like to show off
Nor do I like to be looked at badly
I like when they talk to me
But I don't believe everything

The pine trees give me shade
My ranch kilo bales
I'm medium height
Friend of friends
Forgive me for not being used to
Telling you my last names

Goodbye Coahuila mountains
From Sinaloa and Durango
From Sonora and Tamaulipas
Chihuahua, you're staying behind
If you want to meet me in Juárez
I'm walking around