El Ñino de La Ciruelas

Here I am burning rubber, passing the days behind bars
I don’t cry because I’m a man, I’m the son of honor, a man of respect
The plum kid left without a father in a cowardly way
That’s all settled now, I’m introduced as the Cholo Vago

I had a lot of rage, also anti-tank weapons and a Barrett .50
2 or 3 rivals have talked, saying I was never a pawn in their wars
But with rifles, I took out compadres, friends, and people
I left armored vehicles in pieces, hope they remember

I cruised in Culiacán in 20 armored trucks without answering radios
I didn’t need permission to be where I was, that’s why I’m Vago
Respect to Don Joaquin, he knows I sailed a thousand miles by his side
And if one day they caught us, I just followed orders he had given me

I want the band to play at the graves of those loyal to my fight
Manteca, also Polacas, my bro the 20 and all the crew
Warriors, not clowns, Cuco and Rata Wera, Lolo and Elegante
All trained suiciders backing me up with gunfire

One day in a meeting in Culiacán, they said, send that Cholo to the edge
He’s too much trouble and causes nothing but problems for the crew
They didn’t know they were actually doing me a favor because I’m a guerrilla
Don’t be so drastic, Cholo, Joaquin would tell me when I made a mess

I’m feeling good, man, I’m living how I like, I’m having a blast
I’m not rolling in cash, but you see how solid I was playing
I didn’t ask anyone for anything, you see how 2 or 3 run errands for me
If they don’t want to kick me out, it’s because they’re scared of the Vago being loose