Lyrics of El Borrego - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

El Borrego (original)

Era muy pobre alla en tierra blanca
Y hacia mandados para comer
Hasta que un dia le fiaron droga
Y poco a poco empezo a vender
Tenia valor enteligencia
Y se hico rico en un 1, 2 por 3
Los grandes jefes lo respetaban
Porque era gente fina y derecha
Si eran por kilos o toneladas
Se los pagaba justo a la fecha
El que obra mal se le pudre el alma
Siemrpe decia con gran firmesa
Todo marchaba de maravilla
Pero en tijuana lo detuvieron
Lo encarselaron por unos meses
Y salio suelto como le hicieron
Los licensiados areglan todo
Se hacen milagrons con el dinero
Se fue a la union americana
Pero tambien fue detenido
Con un millon de billetes verdes
En que trabajas le dijo el gringo
Soy traficante de sinaloa
Soy el borrego o el pelo chino
Lo sentensiaron a muchos años
Pero muy poco les awanto
Aunque la carsel es pa los hombres
Afuera vives mucho mejor
Los de la DEA a un no comprenden
Como es posible que se fugo
Se traslado a culiacan
Porque la DEA lo projuraba
Se hico gallero profesional
Y en los palenques mucho apostaba
Un dia en su casa lo acribillaron
Policias altos de mata y paga
Adios amigo chapo guzman
Ay voy compadre emilio quintero
Me asesinaron no se porque
Y ni tanpoco se quienes fueron
El que obra mal se le pudre el alma
Fue lo que dijo el compa borrego

(translation)

I was very poor there in white land
And ran errands to eat
Until one day they gave him drugs
And little by little she began to sell
She had intelligence value
And he got rich in a 1, 2 for 3
The big bosses respected him
Because they were fine and straight people
If they were by kilos or tons
They were paid just to date
He who does wrong rots his soul
I always said with great firmness
Everything was going great
But in Tijuana they stopped him
They imprisoned him for a few months
And he came loose as they did
The graduates fix everything
Miracles are made with money
He went to the American Union
But he was also arrested
With a million greenbacks
What do you work at, the gringo told him
I'm a trafficker from sinaloa
I am the lamb or Chinese hair
They sentenced him to many years
But very little I expect them
Although carsel is for men
You live much better outside
Those of the DEA do not understand
How is it possible that he escaped
He moved to culiacan
Because the DEA swore it
He became a professional cockerel
And in the palenques I bet a lot
One day in his house they riddled him
High cops kill and pay
Goodbye friend chapo guzman
Oh I'm going compadre emilio quintero
I was murdered I don't know why
And I don't even know who they were
He who does wrong rots his soul
It was what the compa borrego said