I'm patrolling and a crowd spots me
The chimichanga, I've got my crew
I'm Scorpion 9 for all my people
The armor is handcrafted and it doesn't get pierced
That I'm working and that I'm enjoying it
Affirmative that that's what I work for
I'm the one in charge of the 100-50
The federal wagon sees that I'm not around
With a potato launcher I ride excited
And a little bump to stay fully wired
A shot of whiskey to keep the party on
I switch trucks, I've got a variety of rides
A drum AK always goes with me
That they see the power that we bring in the maña
Along Benjamin Gaona I shut down the plaza
Three, four days is how long I last in the binge
I've got bosses' backup to spare
Down those trails you spot the big armored rigs
The little green light goes here on the mirror
And if there's a clash they know that 9 goes first
Excuse me, excuse me if I press the radio
That they get into the shots that are everywhere
A flat hundred for all the guys
To stay alert and so we don't bump into soldiers
My people coordinate and they watch my steps
And I commend myself when work shows up
A .38 Super tucked here I carry
Gold chain and little bracelet, chilled
Sports car forward and I don't stop
And my corrido by Comandos Alterados
I'm the chimichanga and have it real clear
That I'm the 9 and Scorpion, I'm a commander
And why not, and why not, and why not