I was driving around in a white Mercedes
Through the streets of my Culiacán
I had friends everywhere
In the middle I went to get involved
I know that I liked the crazy life
I know that many will always remember me
He sold cars between agencies
That's when I related
Among pure powerful people
And that job quickly left
Then they looked at me in the ball
And among the strongest bosses of the cartel
The güeros published my face
The photo appeared everywhere
Name Jorge Mario Valenzuela
And by nickname Marito Choclos
Member of the Sinaloa cartel, resident in Culiacán
And this is what the Registered Trademark sounds like
I was walking up and down
Two, three plebs he only brought
Always great respect for the aces
And for my friend the güero Bastidas
how drunk we got
What memories of those dawns
There are many things to tell you
But I brought that with me
The only thing I would like to leave you
Let them remember me as a good friend
Because I had a very big heart
I was an executioner of the Vizcaino ranch
Always with presence and well dressed
The prince drove style
An artist personality
And for Tony Stark he had the friend
I repeat, I was Marito Choclos, see you forever Culiacán