LEARN LYRICS

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