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And a big run comes out, buddy.
Come on, buddy Coque, buddy Parche, he says.
The high poker
Pull up, old man
They were playing poker
That's how they killed time
"My sevens go for their rest"
Smiling said Gonzalo
From Guadalajara itself
He was wearing a charro jorongo
Ramón and Carlos paid
Escobar poured himself a drink
When by direct line
They were warned in code
We must toast with champagne
The plane arrived in Chicago
Something is bothering me
The accounts are not clear
Drugs flood Uncle Sam
To the Latinos the weapons
They are the two plagues of the world
Customs will take care of it, hey!
I already learned playing high poker, with a snack, my friend Beto.
Compa Jean, greetings, old man
Pablo moved the planes
Ramón and Carlos, the boats
Iriarte took care of the condor
And Gonzalo the horses
What the bankers will move
That they have such expensive clients
Idleness is the father of vice
The Devil's Poker Game
And the men of the drug trade
They kill time by playing
They will revive even alive
The Devil's Five Godchildren
Something I don't like
The accounts are not clear
Drugs flood Uncle Sam
To the Latinos the weapons
They are the two plagues of the world
That customs will take care of
Right there, buddy, he says!
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