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Los Escorpiones del Desierto

Ocho Petrullas
Artist(s): Los Escorpiones del Desierto

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Writer(s):
Carlos Murguia (BMI) 50% / Edward M. Smith (BMI) 50%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%


Category:
World


Subcategories:
Contemporary, Instrumental, Latin, Male Vocal, Mexican, Narco Corrido, Norteno, Norteno Corrido, World


Keywords:
Bandito, Barrio, Border, Boss, Cartel, Cocaine, Corrido, Crime, Criminal, Desert, Drinking, Drugs, Gang, Hero, Justice, Latin, Mexican, Mexico, Narco, New Mexico, Nortena, Police, Poor, Rural, Spanish Lyrics, Story, Story Teller, Tex Mex, Texas, Tough


Instruments:
Accordion, Bass, Drums, Guitar


BPM:
113


Language:
Spanish


Key:
E


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Ocho Petrullas

Iba hacia la carretera el "Gran Gavilán"
saliendo de Juárez rumbo a Culiacán

Cuando que ve de repente un montón de gente
Parada en la esquina junto al boulevar

Ahí la tenían en esposas, buscando en sus cosas
Sacándole todo sin compasión

Dándose vuelo a la gacha, agarrando nacha
Y aquel "Gavilán" pues su troca paró.

Eran como 8 patrullas, inventando una infracción!
Queriendo hacer de las suyas parando a su vieja
Sin una razón!

Se armaron los cocolazos, un par de balazos
Y todos los tiras volaron de ahí

Cuando trato de buscarla, no pudo encontrarla
Sintió algo muy raro muy dentro de si

Adolorído, frustrado y bien encanijado
Tremenda sorpresa en la troca encontró....

Sentada bien amarrada, toda maltratada
Se le desangraba y ahí se le murió"

Toditas esas patrullas van pagando la traición
Se confiaron en la DEA creyendo que iba a ser la salvación...
No se dan cuenta del lío que les ha costado su equivocación

Pues él se sigue cobrando el tiro asesino.....
De su corazón...

English Translation:

Driving towards the Highway
The "Great Hawk" left Juárez bound to Culiacán
Suddenly spots a commotion
A bunch of people standing by the Blvd

There they had her in handcuffs, looking through her things
Taking everything of hers with no regard
Grabbing and groping as they pleased...
So the "Hawk" stopped the truck

There where about 8 patrol cars, fabricating their case
Getting away with their game
Stopping his woman without reason just to get to him
But then all hell breaks lose
Shots are fired, cops all flee

He then looks around and she's nowhere to be found
Frustrated, hurt, upset, and with a bad feeling deep inside
He climbed up his truck and to his surprise

There she was, tied up in the seat
Roughed up and bleeding, she died in his arms
Now ALL patrol cars will pay for this treason!
They though the DEA would be their salvation
Not realizing the mess their mistake has created

Today, he still makes them pay
For that fatal shot that forever broke his heart



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