La Pista Secreta
Los Tucanes De Tijuana Lyrics


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Jefe nos descubrieron la pista secreta
Maldita sea, hagan frente, voy para alla

Saco una bolsa de polvo
Y se dio tres muy aprisa
Le subio tiro a su escuadra
Y se fajo la camisa
Les dijo a su compañeros
Hay problemas en la pista

Procedente de Colombia
Una avioneta llegaba
A la sierra sinaloense
Donde iba a ser descargada
Pero la pista secreta
La judicial encontraba

Ya la estaban descargando
Cuando se oyo una sirena
Los narcos se reportaron
Jefe tenemos problemas
El jefe dice hagan frente
Voy para alla no se muevan

Empezaron los disparos
Al llegar la judicial
Cayeron dos traficantes
Quedaban cuatro no mas
Pero cuando llego el jefe
No quedo mi un federal

Señor aqui esta la carga
Dijeron los colombianos
Entreguenos el dinero
Por que ya nos retiramos
Pues que tengan un buen viaje
Y al infierno los mandaron

Ninguno era judicial
Eran puros fajadores
Se disfrazaron de leyes
Como en varias ocasiones
Y junto con los colombianos
Hacian sus operaciones

El hombre se carcajeaba
Y besaba los paquetes
De mansito me agarraron
No saben con quien se meten




Sino es por el pericazo
No hubiera salvado el flete

Overall Meaning

The song "La Pista Secreta" by Los Tucanes De Tijuana recounts a story of drug trafficking and the violent confrontation between the drug dealers and the authorities. The lyrics start with the line “Jefe nos descubrieron la pista secreta” which translates to “Boss, they discovered our secret runway.” The singer then takes action to defend the operation, pulling out a bag of drugs and firing his gun. He tells his comrades that there are problems on the runway and they need to be prepared for a fight.


The lyrics go on to describe the arrival of a plane from Colombia carrying drugs to be unloaded in the mountains of Sinaloa. However, the authorities discover the secret runway and try to stop the operation. A shootout ensues, resulting in the death of some drug traffickers and the arrest of others. The boss of the operation arrives late but manages to take the remaining drugs and flee the scene. The song ends with the man expressing his relief at having escaped the law, stating that he would not have survived without good luck.


Overall, the song conveys a sense of danger and violence associated with drug trafficking. It portrays the drug dealers as ruthless criminals who are willing to kill and risk their lives to protect their operations.


Line by Line Meaning

Jefe nos descubrieron la pista secreta
Boss, our secret runway has been discovered.


Maldita sea, hagan frente, voy para alla
Damn it, hold your ground, I’m coming.


Saco una bolsa de polvo
He took out a bag of powder.


Y se dio tres muy aprisa
He quickly took three snorts.


Le subio tiro a su escuadra
He gave his team a boost.


Y se fajo la camisa
And tightened his shirt.


Les dijo a su compañeros
He told his companions.


Hay problemas en la pista
There are problems on the runway.


Procedente de Colombia
Coming from Colombia.


Una avioneta llegaba
An airplane was arriving.


A la sierra sinaloense
To the Sinaloan mountains.


Donde iba a ser descargada
Where it was going to be unloaded.


Pero la pista secreta
But the secret runway.


La judicial encontraba
Was discovered by the authorities.


Ya la estaban descargando
They were already unloading it.


Cuando se oyo una sirena
When a siren was heard.


Los narcos se reportaron
The drug traffickers reported in.


Jefe tenemos problemas
Boss, we have problems.


El jefe dice hagan frente
The boss said, hold your ground.


Voy para alla no se muevan
I’m coming, don’t move.


Empezaron los disparos
The shooting began.


Al llegar la judicial
When the authorities arrived.


Cayeron dos traficantes
Two traffickers were killed.


Quedaban cuatro no mas
Only four remained.


Pero cuando llego el jefe
But when the boss arrived.


No quedo mi un federal
Not a single federal was left.


Señor aqui esta la carga
Sir, here is the shipment.


Dijeron los colombianos
The Colombians said.


Entreguenos el dinero
Give us the money.


Por que ya nos retiramos
Because we’re leaving.


Pues que tengan un buen viaje
Wish you a good trip.


Y al infierno los mandaron
And sent them to hell.


Ninguno era judicial
None of them were authorities.


Eran puros fajadores
They were just impostors.


Se disfrazaron de leyes
They disguised themselves as the law.


Como en varias ocasiones
As they had done before.


Y junto con los colombianos
And together with the Colombians.


Hacian sus operaciones
They were conducting their operations.


El hombre se carcajeaba
The man was laughing out loud.


Y besaba los paquetes
And kissing the packages.


De mansito me agarraron
They caught me off guard.


No saben con quien se meten
They don’t know who they’re dealing with.


Sino es por el pericazo
If it wasn’t for my luck.


No hubiera salvado el flete
I wouldn’t have saved the shipment.




Lyrics © PRIMO MUSIC, INC.
Written by: Mario Quintero

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