El 27 o El Perris (part. Nivel C)

Here we are
With my friends from Nivel C
His buddy Luis R
Let's throw ourselves a corrido
It's called The 27 Or The Perris
Buddy Cesarin
Come on, buddy Luis

And only War Corridos, relative

Very positive and daring
And the lazy ones I carry
A fifty-year-old leading the way
How I've beaten them up
And with actions I've already shown

Do you remember the Culiacanazo
I'm the one from the tostón who was lying down
Flat on the ground, well entrenched
I burned cartridges knocking down guachos
Blue Cheyenne
Came to rescue him

People from El Chapo so they know
From 09 is my shirt
How they've nicknamed me Perris
I bring the team and armored cars
I'm 27, I emphasize it here

Plebada ready
Get in position in case there are beatings
Double-wheeled mount the cartridge
Surely knocked down
The minimis with backpacks on their shoulders
RPG by my side launches dads
It's the rifles
And up the boss
Joaquín El Chapo

How we've had adventures
Of fun and mischief
With a board to do crazy things
So they align and there's no doubt
Pure Chapiza and let it be clear

Some brands
I carry on my body
Are my tattoos and my amulet
Playing roosters there in the town
To the face-offs I challenge them myself
Gambling is how I have fun

Behave well and I behave well
And by force we are at a hundred
If by force I don't respond anymore
Then don't cry if I stun you
My super is releasing lead

Plebada ready
Get in position in case there are beatings
Double-wheeled mount cartridges
The safety is down
The minimis with backpacks
RPG on my side

The dads launchers and the rifles
And up the boss
Joaquín El Chapo