I saw on the corner a cart
A woman was selling tamales
But the hunger was f*cking worse
When I saw the green light
I advanced very thoughtfully
I kept looking in the mirror
I had a feeling about something
I saw a motorcycle approach
And someone showed a knife
The tamale seller, with her hands raised
She watched how they took away
The money that she earned with so much sacrifice
The food for her children, who were waiting for her at home
I didn't hesitate to stop him
With the gun to his forehead, before sending him to hell
I made him apologize and return what wasn't his
And it's your buddy Luis R Conriquez
And only corridos for the world
Here is the one who robbed you
You tell us what to do with him
We can finish him off right now because he deserves nothing less
And I uncovered his face and she couldn't believe it
He robbed his holy mother and trampled on her sacrifices
Please, don't do anything to him, I deserve this punishment
For not knowing how to raise you