Soy Michoacano Hasta El Polvo

I'm Michoacanese to the dust that my heels raise...

I'm not afraid of death nor of prisons for the business I have, some bastards are after me...

Orphan of humble cradle born in Buenos Aires and the women I have now, I owe them to a great friend who taught me to sell everything they call forbidden...

I started from the bottom, I had no other way out, you have to be brave to reach the top, my 15-shot squad helps me take care of my life...

California, you are Tesico, you know how I reached the empire I now have, little by little I formed it, they all call me 'El Cocol' and I even forgot my name

(((Here you go, buddy Juan Ramirez, so you can wipe the floor with that 15-shot guy, pure Nueva Italia Michoacan, worth it)))
Morelos and Apatzingan, San Antonio and Señidor in my fixed-up Mustang, I'm always happy, and in Buenos Aires the one who owns my love awaits me, in Modesto California the drug dealers have arrested me just on suspicion, they want to take me to prison but I show my teeth because I won't bow down to them...
The waves, like money, they say come and go, 'El Cocol' says goodbye to them, he's going back to Michoacan, I'm going to those October parties in my beautiful Apatzingan...