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New Mexico is the state.
Among the gangsters
His fame has spread far
'Cause of a new drug
Which the gringos have created.
They say its color is blue
And its quality is pure
This potent drug
That's running through the city
And the owners of the market
Couldn't stop it.
The cartel's runnin' hot,
They weren't getting respect.
Talking 'bout some "Heisenberg"
Who controls the market now.
No one knows anything about him
Because they've never seen him.
The cartel's about respect
And they've never forgiven.
That homie's already dead,
He just doesn't know it yet.
[You're listening to los Cuates de Sinaloa, my homie]
Heisenberg's fame
Has already reached Michoacán
They want to come from over there
To try out that crystal.
That blue product
Has become international.
Now New Mexico's name
Finally suits it well.
It looks like México
In all the drugs it's hiding,
Except there's a gringo boss
And he's known as "Heisenberg".