[Intro]
(Instrumental intro: Fast-paced funky bassline, sharp brass stabs, driving percussion with congas and guiro, electric guitar riff)
[Verse 1]
Sun bleached the plaza, dust hung in the air
Guitarron thumpin', rhythm beyond compare
Slick suit shades hid a watchful, dangerous eye
El Jefe sippin' tequila, watchin' the world go by
Under the cactus shadow, where the deals go down
Funky bassline rumblin', the only sound in town
Whispers turn to orders, carried on the b**t
Move the precious cargo down the hot concrete street
¡Ándale! Compadres, the rhythm never lies
Keep the cash flow movin' underneath these desert skies
[Chorus]
Sinaloa Funk! (¡Oye!)
Pumping through the night (¡Escucha!)
High hat keeps the time, shining ever bright
Brass section blaring, sharp and clean and cold
Like the steel you're packin', stories left untold
Sinaloa Funk! (¡Fuego!)
Feel the heat ignite!
Dancing on the edge where wrong blurs into right
The b**t is the boss now, relentless and so deep
While secrets that we bury, the mariachi weep
[Verse 2]
A low rider cruisin', bass vibrating low
Windows tinted black, where does the money go?
A rival's sudden absence, a silent, swift goodbye
Marked only by the trumpet's mournful, questioning cry
The congas keep the tempo, steady as a heart
While careful plans are plotted, tearing things apart
The guiro scratches secrets, the timbales start to roll
Another territory taken, another soul on parole
¡Cuidado! Amigos, the funk don't play no games
One false step, one missed note, nothing stays the same
[Chorus]
Sinaloa Funk! (¡Oye!)
Pumping through the night (¡Escucha!)
High hat keeps the time, shining ever bright
Brass section blaring, sharp and clean and cold
Like the steel you're packin', stories left untold
Sinaloa Funk! (¡Fuego!)
Feel the heat ignite!
Dancing on the edge where wrong blurs into right
The b**t is the boss now, relentless and so deep
While secrets that we bury, the mariachi weep
[Bridge]
(Saxophone solo: Fast, intricate, slightly menacing, over driving funk b**t)
The moon climbs high now, silver on the sand
The band plays faster, follow the command
The rhythm is the weapon, the rhythm is the shield
In this funky underworld, fortune's revealed
No room for the weak ones, no place for the slow
Just keep the bassline pumping, let the brass section blow!
[Chorus]
Sinaloa Funk! (¡Oye!)
Pumping through the night (¡Escucha!)
High hat keeps the time, shining ever bright
Brass section blaring, sharp and clean and cold
Like the steel you're packin', stories left untold
Sinaloa Funk! (¡Fuego!)
Feel the heat ignite!
Dancing on the edge where wrong blurs into right
The b**t is the boss now, relentless and so deep
While secrets that we bury, the mariachi weep
[Outro]
(Instrumental outro: Funky groove continues intensely, brass hits, percussion flourishes, gradually slowing and fading out with final bass note and cymbal c***h)