politics | March 17, 2026

Ruben Figueroa El De La Codeina Lyrics English Translation

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From the original corridos of his buddy Natanael Cano

Herencia de Patrones

And the Sons of García

Come on, bro

They say that for the narco

It's only the white powder to ease ourselves

But that's a lie

21st century, in the 80s it was the flu

With a drink

Taking care of the areas, with the guns up high

Here in Califa

Very, very alert

With some tunes

Like 'Sour Diesel' to make the speakers blast

If I'm already tired

Syrup in the glass, for the cough I still don't have

It's been many years

That it hasn't left me and I'm still drinking

Pure codeine

And negotiating

The shaved coconut

Cheyenne 8-6 with the engine well fixed

Spinning around for a while

Working during the day, getting wasted at night

That's how I spend it

With all the guys from the team we formed

Burning a good joint

Well-traveled

That's how HP sounds, buddy

Compa Nata

The Sons of García, yeah

Clicka shit

P90 and long

Finiquera transiting with droopy eyes

Fendi white, drinking

Leaning in my house from how much I've earned

Over there in Peñasco

Compa Curro right away with his people, working

MG has my back

Great leaders

The neck tattooed

Several lines that stand out for being a slacker

When I'm partying

It takes a whole glass of syrup, four muddy

Here I say goodbye

Forging a sober one, says to get myself ready

Repeat the corrido

And the little glass

They say that for the narco

It's only the white powder to ease ourselves

Don't throw flyers

It's better to stay silent before speaking

It's not allowed

I won't say the code and betray their friends

Forging a little rooster

All cleaned up

We continue in the scene

The Sons of García

His buddy Natanael Cano, old ones

Pure Rancho Humilde and Lumbre Music, old one

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