I am El Señor de Los Gallos
El gallero, so they tell me
Since morrillo I liked to work
We are all thugs We all
carry pistols
Memories of Sánchez
I will never forget them
I have a line with Nemesio
From Michoacán
What I send, we catch it
That it reaches the other side
That's why everyone tells me El Apa
And the ropes well pending,
all ready to attack