LYRICS GAME

Let's hit it with Los Tucanes de Tijuana

This is titled Ramón Arellano

Better known as El Colores

Let's go, boys

Just listen, whoa

Cheers, my man

Man of few words

Pride of his brothers

Anybody was afraid of him

His hand never shook

Some called him Colores

Others, Ramón Arellano

An AK-47 on his shoulder

And on his hip a handgun

Several hand grenades

Ready to detonate them

Commander badge

And his bulletproof vest

Twenty years in the business

Not just anybody can handle that

Ramón, at gunpoint

He took over the border

Even though his voice wasn't deep

He made anybody tremble

Hell yeah, boys

Just listen

And only Grupo Firme and Los Tucanes de Tijuana, my man

Hit it, cousin

That's how he was born, brave

Because he was from Sinaloa

Lover of corridos

Norteños and tambora

His vice was women

And firing his pistol

He didn't tolerate complaints

He drew fast

Without saying a single word

He'd shoot them in the face

He was Ramón Arellano

Nobody could say anything

Just listen, whoa

Man of few words

Pride of his brothers

Even though he was from Sinaloa

He looked just like a Sicilian

Because he settled scores

Always in the Italian style