Sin Tanto Royo (part. Luis R Conriquez)

I bring potatoes even for a broth
And at the two doors, I come whipped
You only see the dust cloud
And even the boss is coming up front

In black or in plain clothes
With nineteen, I'm more than ready
Bulletproof vests, two radios, and a bearded man
Armored, indeed, the Cheyenón

And gates open
Between the seats, we bring the tostones
That day from the office
We watch them up close

And without so much fuss
From Thursday to Thursday, we provide support
They don't even tickle us
I'm El Piyi and I'm alert

Just like that, buddy Tito
Pure war corrido

You know what the deal is
And the mountain is the one sponsoring
Say jump and I jump in heat
And if I have to give my life, well, I give it

Party when it's deserved
And if things are off, here we straighten them out
If I'm frank, I light up a joint
Keeping a close eye on the radio, because it's tough

And gates close
While operations are coordinated
The Tahoes pass by quickly
Through the Capi and its surroundings

And without so much talk
I don't throw stones, I shoot lead
They don't even tickle us
El Piyi is still very alert