El 3 Lyrics English Translation by Victor Mendivil feat. Oscar Maydon
(It’s Wicked Outside)
That if I’m over there, and if I’m rolling with AKs
It’s because I’m with the people who live in Michoacán
That if I’m in Vallarta, GDL, what does it matter?
I carry the exclusive gear from the military’s Sedena
Proud of Michoacán, bang, with the order to kill
And demand respect, it’s never going to end
And my SCAR, it just goes click-clack
And for the punks who play games, to the communal grave they’ll go
They told me about the Deltas, and it’s just for business
They know how we do things, that’s why they break so easily
I’m rolling with the military, organized like clockwork
They know how we handle it, GDL has no pretense
Proud of my dad, who backed me up with strength
I’m on patrol, protecting the entire city
Stay sharp, because the “three” is here to clarify
We command 22 states; we’re in charge now
Let it be known, we run Vallarta and GDL
I’m the “Three,” and there are levels to this
Stay sharp, we respect nothing
My demons will come out with their faces covered
That if I’m over there, and if I’m rolling with AKs
That if I’m with the people who live in Michoacán
That if I’m in Vallarta, GDL, what does it matter?
I carry the exclusive gear from the military’s Sedena
A .38, super-sized, always with my command
I’ve got four figures, they know I’m the one in charge
We don’t lack people, and we never slow down
If anyone plays games, we hit them with heavy rounds
They know Mencho runs things around here
And that many pixelated ones wear scarves as their badge
Come check it out and see that nothing’s a joke
Your body might end up in the bed of a Tacoma
I’ve got more guts than Pérez, or millions to my name
More than the capos of the past, more than the governors
We’re on magazines, global news
Let it be known, I’m the “Three,” and the rooster rides with me
My car collection, my watches worth a million
Fighting in Travis style, I’m always on top like Bangkok
Watch this, stay sharp to see how we do it
I’ve been through it all, danced with the ugliest one
Proud of Michoacán
We roll with the order to kill, and respect will be earned
This won’t ever end, and my SCAR just goes click-clack
For the punks who play games, it’s the communal grave for them
They told me about the Deltas, and it’s just for business
They know how we do things, that’s why they break so easily
Rolling tight with the military, everything well-organized
They know how we handle things here with no borders
That if I’m over there, and if I’m rolling with AKs
That if I’m with the people who live in Michoacán
That if I’m in Vallarta, GDL, what does it matter?
I carry the exclusive gear from the military’s Sedena
And only the rich die, to hell with it, with the saints (Ey)
Your friend, Oscar Maydon