Lyrics of El Chiricuas - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

El Chiricuas (original)

Sabian q era muy valiente
Y dificil aprenderlo
Le calleron a su casa
Varia gente del gobierno
Pero el cris no rajo leña
Y los recibio con cuernos
Se agarraron a balazos
Policias y traficantes
Caian hombres mal heridos
Y otros muertos al instante
Hasta q lo detuvieron
Porque se le acabo el parque
Lo llevaron prisionero
Pero no acabo el problema
Porque su hermano anda suelto
Y operando en la frontera
Su cartel sigue adelante
Aun que la ley no lo quiera
Saludos para el compa LEPE
Y el compa RP de culiacan sinaloa
Policias y federeles
La traicion tiene su precio
No cumplieron su palabra
Y eso es falta de respeto
Asi es que no se sorprendan
Si ollen cacarear los cuernos
Somos gente sinaloense
Ya conocen nuestro estilo
Se pasaron de la raya
Y al cartel han ofendido
Por eso es q andan calientes
Varios cuernitos de chivo
Aunque el jefe no este en casa
Su palabra se respeta
Son las reglas de la plaza
Grabenselo en la cabeza
Con la mafia no se juega
Y menos con el tres letras
Aqui estamos al 100 compa

(translation)

They knew I was very brave
and hard to learn
they shut him up at his house
various government people
But the cris did not split firewood
And he received them with horns
They were shot
Police and traffickers
Badly wounded men fell
And others killed instantly
Until they arrested him
because she ran out of park
They took him prisoner
But I don't finish the problem
Because his brother is on the loose
And operating on the border
His poster of him keeps going
Even if the law doesn't want it
Greetings to compa LEPE
And the RP company from culiacan sinaloa
Police and federal
betrayal has its price
They did not keep their word
And that's disrespect
So don't be surprised
If ollen cluck the horns
We are people from Sinaloa
You already know our style
They crossed the line
And they have offended the cartel
That's why they're hot
Several little goat horns
Although the boss is not at home
His word is respected
They are the rules of the square
engrave it on your head
You don't play with the mafia
And less with the three letters
Here we are at 100 compa