Modo Capone throws you straight into a high-octane night where Chino Pacas, Drake, and Fuerza Regida move with the swagger of a modern Al Capone. Over a Regional Mexican beat laced with urban flair, the artists brag about breaking records, arriving with a powerful crew, and surrounding themselves with designer labels, Rolex watches, and non-stop party vibes. The repeated line “Dinero es poder” (Money is power) sets the tone: success is measured in stacks of cash, luxury scents like Dior, and jet-setting between Culiacán and Toronto.
Beneath the flashy references there is a simple message: confidence and loyalty rule this world. The narrator enjoys attention from “ninfo mami,” but he makes it clear he is after thrill, not love. Friends, status symbols, and music by Travis Scott keep the energy high while the group keeps “laborando” (working) to protect their empire. In short, the song celebrates living large, staying united, and never slowing down when opportunity—and danger—feel equally exciting.
“Dijeron Que No La Iba a Lograr” is a victory chant wrapped in a modern corrido. Chino Pacas teams up with Fuerza Regida to answer every doubter who once said they would never get ahead. The hook repeats that the skeptics are now silent, while Chino celebrates cruising through Los Angeles, Tijuana and, above all, his hometown of Apaseo el Alto, Guanajuato. The song blends swaggering hip-hop attitude with traditional regional Mexican flavor, turning proud shout-outs like “pura 413” into badges of honor.
Beyond bragging rights, the lyrics spotlight the values that fueled their rise: unbreakable loyalty to friends like Arturo, a relentless work ethic and a fearless street spirit. They paint vivid images of riding ATVs, flashing their crew’s “LDLC” brand and staying “bien recio” - always moving fast, never backing down. In short, the track is both a personal thank-you to the neighborhood that shaped them and a loud reminder that hard work, unity and a bit of bravado can turn disbelief into undeniable success.
“Mami Chula” is Chino Pacas’s late-night invitation to an old flame, filled with swagger, flirtation, and irresistible rhythm. Over a corrido-tumbado beat fused with urban touches, the Mexican artist paints the scene of a spontaneous reunion: he knows she still wants him, and he’s ready to relive their wild, no-strings-attached chemistry. From mini skirts to turning off the phone and sparking up, every lyric oozes confidence and playful seduction, reminding listeners of those carefree moments when passion takes over and nothing else matters.
Beyond the flirtatious front, the song also flashes Chino Pacas’s street credentials — stacks of cash (“pacas”), West Coast shout-outs, and the laid-back vibe of cruising toward California. It’s a celebration of youthful rebellion, mutual desire, and living in the moment, wrapped in catchy melodies that make you want to hit play and dance along.
“Morena Canela” is a fiery, flirt-packed corrido-trap track where Chino Pacas spotlights a confident Romeo who practically bursts through the phone screen the moment his crush posts a photo. He showers her with promises of designer labels, expensive cologne, and wild motel escapades, all while flaunting his scent of Creed and pricey weed. The lyrics drip with swagger as he claims her attention, warns off rivals, and playfully threatens to “steal” her for a night she won’t forget.
Behind the flashy flexes, the song explores modern-day courtship in social media culture, mixing seduction, jealousy, and youthful bravado. Expect:
Chino Pacas turns his story into an adrenaline-charged anthem in "Yo Preferí Chambear". Skipping school and diving straight into hard work, he paints a vivid portrait of growing up in Santa Julia, Guanajuato, where hustle is a way of life and ambition never sleeps. The lyrics celebrate trading textbooks for real-world grind, pushing past childhood scarcity, and climbing so fast it feels like riding a comet. Along the way, he salutes his "carnal" (brother), reps the 413 area code, and flashes pride in the city known as La Ciudad de la Fresa.
Beneath the bragging rights and love for flashy trucks lies a motivational core: there is no secret recipe, only courage, perseverance, and the willingness to keep “chambeando” until the goals hit blue-sky heights. The track is equal parts street diary and victory lap, inviting listeners to blast it loud, feel the grit, and believe that relentless work can turn dreams into milestones.
“Tunechi” by Chino Pacas is a neon-lit ride through late-night excess, where corrido guitars meet trap swagger and Mexican street slang rubs shoulders with global hip-hop shout-outs. Chino paints a hyper-color scene packed with Rosé-tinted Rolexes, cherry-flavored vapes, designer labels, and Lamborghini getaways, all while saluting Lil Wayne’s alter ego Tunechi and name-dropping Drake, Dior, and Lady Gaga. The song celebrates the thrill of leveling up: stepping out of an Uber into a Lambo, swapping mezcal for high-end cocktails, and turning gritty Culiacán bravado into jet-set fantasies on private islands.
Beneath the glitz lies a flex of identity. Chino mixes Sinaloan “bélico” street pride with international pop culture to show how modern regional Mexican music can party on a world stage. It is a bold, irresistibly catchy postcard from a generation that wants more—louder beats, brighter lights, sweeter kisses, and zero limits.
Los Verdes plunges listeners into Chino Pacas’ high-octane world, where “the greens” – stacks of U.S. dollars – flow as fast as the corridos playing from the car stereo. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a young guy who left his barrio in Guanajuato, cruised the boulevards of L.A., and climbed the ranks of a tight-knit mafia clique. Along the way he picks up “morritas,” flashes a confident smile, and rides with trusted “carnales” who provide the necessary muscle. Every detail shouts swagger: bundles of cash hitting the account, luxury trucks on patrol, and the ever-present soundtrack of regional Mexican anthems.
Behind the bragging lies a story of survival and loyalty. Chino Pacas highlights the code of brotherhood – only those who believed in him still ride shotgun – while hinting at the dangers that made others “voltear” or turn back. Yet he presses forward, determined to double his fortune and keep the good times rolling. With nods to Guanajuato pride, Los Angeles street life, and gang identifiers like “4-13,” the song becomes both a celebration of hard-earned success and a cautionary snapshot of the risks that come with fast money and faster fame.
Chino Pacas invites us on an adrenaline-charged night ride through the corridors of Mexico’s street underworld. In slang-heavy verses he brags about keeping his cuerno (AK-47) close, inhaling tusi (a pink cocaine mix), and watching the money —the pacas— pile up. The track is a modern corrido that swaps traditional sorrow for swagger: he feels protected by a guardian angel, shuttles between Tijuana’s infamous HK club and cartel stronghold Culiacán, and is constantly surrounded by flirting morritas and the glow of green bills.
Behind the flashy imagery the song paints a raw portrait of the narco-party culture that fascinates many young listeners. It celebrates fast cash, fearless bravado, brotherhood, and the thrill of living on the edge, while also hinting at the ever-present risk that shadows that lifestyle. “Que Sigan Llegando Las Pacas” literally means “let the bundles keep coming,” and every line doubles down on that wish: more money, more women, more nights that burn bright and vanish with the sunrise.
“Como Pancho Villa” drops us right into the high-octane world of a young hustler who is proud of his street origins and fearless reputation. Over an infectious corrido-tumbado beat, Chino Pacas (a Mexican-American artist raised in the United States) raps about late-night rides in a Benz, nonstop parties, and the constant flow of money (“harina”). He compares his skill with weapons to the legendary Mexican revolutionary Pancho Villa, signaling that he is both a leader and a fighter. The lyrics paint a picture of a life fueled by adrenaline: blasting outlaw corridos, flashing diamond chains, and surrounding himself with a loyal crew that “just rolls up” whenever he calls.
Beneath the swagger, the song doubles as an anthem of survival and ambition. Chino Pacas celebrates how far he has climbed—from the neighborhood streets to exclusive designer brands—while warning rivals that stepping in his way leads only to trouble (“solo se espinan”). The mood is bold and unapologetic: fame, danger, and excitement blend together as he races through Tijuana, Los Angeles, and beyond. In short, “Como Pancho Villa” captures the thrill of living fast, shining bright, and commanding respect in the modern corrido scene.
“Smith” plunges you straight into an after-hours universe where money is endless and the party never sleeps. Chino Pacas teams up with Junior H and Fuerza Regida to paint a glittering picture of modern corridos: champagne showers, Christian Dior suits, diamonds that “brillan,” and private-jet arrivals for the niñas caras. The trio takes on the role of El Padrino, the ultimate provider who can shut the club down on command, cruise the Caribbean on a yacht, or light up the night with cherry-flavored smoke.
Beneath the neon glow, the song is a bold celebration of living fast and unapologetically. References to pacas of cash, mind-bending tusi, and six-figure tabs highlight a mindset that trusts luck as little as it trusts limits—“la vida es una y así vivo yo.” By mixing gritty street swagger with glamorous name-drops, “Smith” showcases the rebellious spirit of the new regional Mexican wave: it is part victory lap, part invitation to join a psychedelic, high-octane fiesta where status is measured by how brightly you can make the night shine.
Chino Pacas, a rising voice from Guanajuato’s new wave of corridos tumbados, paints a cinematic night of swagger and celebration in “Otra Vez Pegue Un Vergazo.” The title itself hints at striking it big again, and the lyrics unfold like a fast-paced montage: roaring engines, live banda horns, glittering clubs, and loyal friends who keep the party rolling. Between sips of mystery drinks and shouts for Corona, Chino flexes his street-smart style, reminding everyone that his words carry weight while divine protection keeps danger at bay.
Beneath the flashy images lies a portrait of duality. He moves with adrenaline yet claims a low profile, balances rosaries with wads of cash, and cruises from L.A. to Toronto while never forgetting the barrio back home. The song celebrates hustle and hedonism in equal measure, showing a young artist who works hard, parties harder, and stays fiercely loyal to his roots. Listeners are invited to ride along, feel the bass of the bandona, and taste the rush of a night where everything, for the moment, is todo bien.
Negro Como La Pantera plunges us into the nocturnal world of Chino Pacas and Calle 24, where the streets of Guanajuato vibrate with the rumble of armored trucks and rapid-fire corridos. The narrator cruises with four fearless friends, black hood pulled low so only his eyes shine through, an AK (the cuerno) on his shoulder and a scapular on his chest for spiritual backup. Sirens mix with radio chatter, and every verse feels like a slow-motion ride-along through territory fiercely protected by the clika belicosa.
Beneath the swagger, the song sketches an unwritten code: loyalty to the crew, respect for the hometown, and constant vigilance in a life where danger and pride walk side by side. “Negro como la pantera” is more than a color; it is a persona—stealthy, lethal, and unapologetically confident. Chino Pacas salutes his allies, taunts his rivals, and turns the everyday tension of the Mexican underworld into an anthem that is equal parts adrenaline rush and cultural snapshot.