El Del Corvette - Religion de Calle

Mira Nazario ya tenemos mucho esperando aquí Y no hemos recibido ninguna llamada Pues si quieres vámonos, el carro está cargado Ahí traigo el Alderete y por si se necesitara También traigo el cuerno, pues pícale carnal Cuatro llantas de carreras, y las cabezas cortadas Un motor 460 de aquel corveteé, que cruzaba 200 kilos de coca, que a san Francisco llevaban Pasaron por San Isidro, y en el descanso esperaban Una llamada con clave, para que así continuaran Y al pasar por San Clemente, la migra se les pegaba Nazario dice a Ramón, la bereta está cargada Tumba nomas el seguro, y si por si acaso le fallas Te paso el cuerno de chivo y esa patrulla me callas Sonaron cuatro balazos y la patrulla volaba Saliéndose del freeway, volcaba prendida en llamas Y del corveteé adelante, ninguna huella quedaba Lo buscan por California, pero no encontraron nada Y en Santa Mónica quedan, los pedazos de chatarra El motor 460, en otro carro, roncaba De Nazario y de Ramón, no se volvió a saber nada Lo que si les aseguro, que la carga fue entregada De seguro allá en Tijuana, gastan los cueros de rana

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