Live from Hermosillo, Sonora
From the big-time corridos, El Hijo Mayor with the big band
You don't see it drive by anymore
That black Camaro through the streets hauling *ss with his crew
And I know that they'll miss him
Just like his way was, fast, reckless and very brave
Up in the sierra, where he hung out
And he'd chill smoking a joint
But sharp like an eagle in case some business popped up
Sports cars, trucks, the heavy ones
The short and long guns he carried
Just in case they were needed, in case some business popped up
He was addicted to adrenaline
That's what fired him up and got the job done quick
In the convoy, pure suicidals
Ready to blast, they didn't think twice
By now you'll know who I'm talking about
I can't even mention his name
I was the oldest son of that much-talked-about man
A thousand stories to tell
They're memories that only stay engraved in his people's minds
A man with the voice of command
Shooting the devil himself
Always leading his squad and in the sierra how many battles we won
And in my dad's outfit there's that and more
But he didn't know what awaited him
A bad move suddenly came
But that's life, it suddenly slips away from us
He was addicted to adrenaline
That's what fired him up and got the job done quick
In the convoy, pure suicidals
Ready to blast, they didn't think twice
By now you'll know who I'm talking about
I can't even mention his name
I was the oldest son of that much-talked-about man