LYRICS GAME

And we're here in Culiacán, Sinaloa

And we're going to present a track, this one is called Remembering Manuel

From the compositions of yours truly

Now accompanied by my buddy Gerardo Ortiz, my buddy Lenin Ramírez

Your buddy Jesús Chairez and this says like this

Let's go hard, kids

Straight ahead

Buddy William, that's it

And it's been a while that

He's not with us, he's missed and I'm talking about Manuel

Through the Plains and the Flame

When everyone was patrolling

Around thirty pickups were coming, forming the caravans

Norinco vests and the short guns to cut down quick

You ought to know

He wasn't always bad, he was a country man, that's how he was

They killed his kid

And the demon got into him

That day that the Four died marked the old man and changed everything

For being reckless, his own rivals gave him that nickname

With his people at 100

A washed bundle and with his AK always beside him

With El Picho coordinating

The spots kept getting passed

Fifty R1s on the loyal line, ready to throw f*cking rounds

And in Culiacán, Mele and his crew lifting and executing

Ahajay

Straight ahead buddy Lenin Ramírez

My buddy Jesús Chairez

And Gerardo Ortiz, big man

Ay ay ay

Hit it old man, hit it

Nothing but Escalades

On Route 15 to the eatery Manuel moved

A powdered dove

By the fig tree and by the palm

Riding El Espejo through the Plains, dancing it with the band

Livestock fair champion, with Javier making an entrance

I remember one time

When back at the ranch he tangled with marines too

How nicely they pinned them

They knocked a big shot off them

Bullets flew, they burned cars and he got out safe

And once a gunman flipped and he's not here to tell it

And even though he's gone

And the last name weighs, Torres mentioned in the cartel

The one with the backhoe on the grips

And the 14 that he carried

And one with Tachillo's face in the photo stamped

And greetings to 6, to 24, to M2 and to the youngsters

And to all the crowd from Culiacán

There it sounds