We carry on from Hermosillo, Sonora
Recording the big corridos, 12 Rifles
Your buddy Junior H with the big band
A squad arrived at his house
"Raise your hands," that's how they yelled at him
A band was playing corridos
In command six hitmen watched his back
They jump fences dressed in black
They were twelve b*stards really well equipped
"We're from the AFI, hand over your weapons"
And ready, the Doll was already aiming at them
And on the table, they smashed a frame
Because the wash was already over
Their senses were on alert
They were the effects of that good product
Here you go buddy Alberto, buddy Tash
With lots of respect, of course
Just like that buddy Junior
Twelve rifles went off at once
But they didn't make it with the .380
One hitman went down from two shots
And the ones left took off running
I remember well, what a good adventure
Vests and long guns, dressed in them
Time goes by and I don't forget them
So much mischief they lived with me
And I sing these verses with permission
Just so that you notice that the legacy is still active
Like that time that they came at me
But they ran into the Doll from Chihuahua