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Javier Diaz

Vieja escuela de la mafia
Con principios y Palabras
Javier Díaz lo portaba

Y no voy Hablar de más
Porque no hay necesidad
El hijo De Baltazar
El que se les fue a pelar
Nomás pa Que vean la talla
Y el narco la historia comenzaba

No porque ser hijo de balta
Piensen que no le buscaba
Le perrie hasta allá en chihuahua
Cuando el gobierno Cayó
En busca de tu patrón
Mientras a todos sopio
Contigo se la pelo
Los chingasos aguantabas
Con un Señor de respeto trabajaba

Que paso mi muchachón
Supe que se la rifo
Eso dijo aquel viejón
Y tu nombre pregunto
Te pareces a un amigo
Si señor soy Javier días
De quien Dice soy su hijo
Pero a mí me gusta ganarme lo mío contesto
Y ahí cambio su destino

Se hizo jefe de la plaza
Veracruz, Cancún, Oaxaca
Barcos y aviones llenaba
Repleto de polvo Blanco
Y su amigo colombiano
También grandes Sinaloenses
El azul y el chico fuente
Lo querían por Ser buen gallo
Fuiste yerno y como hijo De don mayo

Con todo el aporte de jefe
Y un asentó Sinaloense
Así lo veía la gente
Unas cachas de alacrán
Las que Se veían brillar
Con sus botas de avestruz
Así le gustaba andar
De Tijuana hasta el DF
No se había visto tanto billete verde

Lo vamos recordar cuando se ponía a tomar
Y la música ni hablar era con Luis y Julián
Los que siempre le alegraban
Su caballo el R15
Zapateaba con la banda
Cantándole su corrido recordamos a Javier
Es el que más le gustaba

Javier Diaz

Old school mafia, my love,
With principles and words so true,
Javier Diaz, he bore them through.

And I won't speak too much, my dear,
There's simply no need, it's clear,
The son of Baltazar, so bold,
The one who went out, stories told,
Just so you could see his might,
And the narco story took its flight.

Not because he was Balta's son, my sweet,
Think he didn't strive to compete,
He fought hard there in Chihuahua's land,
When the government fell at command,
Searching for your boss, it's true,
While he outsmarted the whole crew,
He escaped with you, my love, so grand,
He endured the blows, took a stand,
He worked with a respected lord, it's plain.

What happened, my young man, so brave,
I heard you took a chance, you gave,
That's what the old man did impart,
And he asked about your name and heart,
You remind me of a friend, it's true,
Yes sir, I'm Javier Diaz, through and through,
Of whom you say I am the son, my dear,
But I like to earn my own way here,
And there his destiny did swiftly veer.

He became the plaza's head, so strong,
Veracruz, Cancun, Oaxaca along,
Boats and planes he'd often fill,
Packed with white powder, giving a thrill,
And his Colombian friend so true,
Also great Sinaloans, a powerful crew,
El Azul and Chico Fuente, names of renown,
They wanted him for his fighting crown,
You were son-in-law and like a son to Don Mayo, my dear.

With all the support of a chief so grand,
And a Sinaloan accent, understand,
That's how people saw him, it's true,
Scorpion grips that would shine anew,
The ones that would brightly gleam and glow,
With his ostrich boots, to and fro,
That's how he liked to walk and show,
From Tijuana to DF below,
So much green cash, a wondrous flow.

We'll remember him when he'd start to drink, my dear,
And the music, no doubt, with Luis and Julian so clear,
Those who always brought him cheer,
His horse, the R15, so near,
Would stomp its feet to the band's sound,
Singing his corrido, memories abound,
It's the one he liked the most, profound.