R. Uno
Los Tigres del Norte
R. One
The ember was smoking
And they wanted to make broth
I'm going to sing a ballad
That they won't be able to forget
They were stoking the oven
Of the devil's boiler
The voice of R-One was heard
One Sunday morning
When he told his people
Let's go pick apples
Here's a preview for you
And see you in Chihuahua
In the press they published
From a source in an embassy
On a ranch in the desert
There in Buffalo, Chihuahua
There were ten thousand tons
Of the famous apple
The FBI was seen
In the mentioned places
Also many federal agents
And some deceived men
But the famous R-One
Even the soldiers didn't find him
Love is dangerous
Here it was proven
Because of pretty eyes
They were tightening the noose
They found him in Costa Rica
In a very expensive castle
The situation is serious
It smells of sulfur from hell
They accuse him of many things
I'm almost believing it
I only see one step
From the boiler to hell
