Un Narco y Dos Federales

Sons of Don Pancho Villa
Tell me why you stopped me,
Was it the mistake I made?
You'll explain it now, or do you want green bills?
You seem drunk

Lower your balls so no one screams at us
Speak to us with more respect because we are federal agents
Don't act tough with us, son of your holy mother

If we're understanding each other, but only in the language
I don't need a uniform to give orders anywhere
You better keep going, lest I kill you

(Keep going because the dark one is loose
with his twenty women, buddies)

We haven't run from anyone
especially as federal agents
the guns we carry are quite special
Get out of the truck or we'll break you
Has it become personal or why are you so angry?
There's a saying 'barking Pedros don't bite'
Show me that courage, the one they say you have

A cross on the road will signal your death
You'll take the secret of your luck to the grave
You're a smuggler and also a criminal

You've earned a break, a prize of seven shots
45 is my squad, my friends fell asleep
Resting in the grave
And I continue with my business.