Lyrics of El Ingeniero - Calibre 50

El Ingeniero (original)

Lo que le icieron
Al ingeniero
Se los digo muy sincero
No se debe hacer
Al salir de un super mercado
El fue levantado
Junto a su mujer
Lo llevaron para el norte
A fueras de Culiacán
Pero se descuidaron
En cuanto parpadearon
Se tiro a matar
Que te pares, me gritaron
Pero no les hice caso
Ni me quise parar
Entre espinas y barrancos
Piernas me faltaron
Pelate tintan
Las balas casi me alcanzan
Pero ni una me pego
Con ayuda en media hora
Regreso por mi señora
Que amarrada se quedo
Pa' su mala suerte se toparon al ingeniero
Al de los dedos blancos
El potro no era arisco
Pero lo hicieron
Y uno por uno los cazó como perros
Tu que harías si tocan tu sangre?
Eso me vino a la mente
De que lloren en mi casa
Mejor que lloren enfrente
Se creian profesionales
Pero el rostro del maleante
Presente me quedo
Como siempre es el dinero
Ora hombre los perros muerden al patrón
Di con uno de la bola
Pa' sacarle información
Lo golpeé por muchas horas
Le di lapiz y una hoja
Y una lista me escribió
23 nombres me a dado
Y aunque me faltan varios
Yo no tengo prisa
Saquen la cuenta chavalos
Si me faltan 4 cuantos llevo en la lista?
Ya bien saben quienes son
Sigan corriendo jodidos
No soy nada rencoroso
Yo siempre perdonó después de 3 tiros
Pa' su mala suerte se toparon al ingeniero
Al de los dedos blancos, el potro no era arisco
Pero lo hicieron
Y uno por uno los cazó como perros
Tu que harías si tocan tu sangre?
Eso me vino a la mente
De que lloren en mi casa
Mejor que lloren enfrente

(translation)

What they did to him
to the engineer
I tell you very sincerely
It should not be done
Leaving a super market
he was raised
Along with his wife
They took him north
Outside of Culiacán
But they neglected
As soon as they blinked
He shot to kill
Stand up, they yelled at me
But I didn't listen to them
I didn't even want to stop
Between thorns and ravines
I missed legs
Pelate Tint
Bullets almost hit me
But not one hit me
With help in half an hour
I return for my lady
How tied up she stayed
Pa 'his bad luck he ran into the engineer
To the one with the white fingers
The colt was not surly
but they did
And one by one he hunted them down like dogs
What would you do if they touch your blood?
that came to mind
That they cry in my house
They better cry in front
They thought they were professionals
But the face of the thug
Present I stay
As always is the money
Pray man the dogs bite the boss
I gave with one of the ball
To get information
I beat it for many hours
I gave him a pencil and a sheet
And a list wrote me
23 names has given me
And although I'm missing several
I'm not in a hurry
Get the account guys
If I'm missing 4, how many have I got on the list?
You already know who they are
keep running fucking
I am not spiteful
I always forgave after 3 shots
Pa 'his bad luck he ran into the engineer
With the white fingers, the colt was not surly
but they did
And one by one he hunted them down like dogs
What would you do if they touch your blood?
that came to mind
That they cry in my house
They better cry in front