Frijolero - Molotov

Yo ya estoy hasta la madre

De que me pongan sombrero

Escucha entonces cuando digo

No me llames Frijolero

Y aunque exista algún respeto

Y no metamos las narices

Nunca inflamos la moneda

Haciendo guerra a otros países

Te pagamos con petróleo

E intereses nuestra deuda

Mientras tanto no sabemos

¿Quién se queda con la feria?

Aunque nos hagan la fama

De que somos vendedores

De la droga que sembramos

Ustedes son consumidores

Don’t call me gringo

You fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don’t call me

Gringo, you beaner

No me digas beaner

Mr. Puñetero

Te sacaré un susto

Por racista y culero

No me llames Frijolero

Pinche gringo puñetero

Chingao

Now I wish I had a dime

For every single time

I’ve gotten stared down

For being in the wrong side of town

And a rich man I’d be

If I had that kind of chips

Lately I wanna smack the smiles

Off these racists

Podrás imaginarte desde afuera

Ser un Mexicano cruzando la frontera

Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas

Dejando todo lo tu que conoces atrás

Si tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas

De unos cuantos gringos rancheros

Les seguirás diciendo good for nothing wetbacks

Si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero?

Now why don’t you look down

To where your feet is planted

That U.S.

soil that makes you take shit for granted

If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know

That where your feet are planted would be Mexico

Correcto!

Don’t call me gringo

You fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don’t call me

Gringo, you beaner

No me digas beaner

Mr. Puñetero

Te sacaré un susto

Por racista y culero

No me llames Frijolero

Pinche gringo puñetero

Don’t call me gringo

You fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don’t call me

Gringo, you beaner

No me digas beaner

Mr. Puñetero

Te sacaré un susto

Por racista y culero

No me llames Frijolero

Pinche gringo

¿Pinche gringo qué?

Puñetero

I'm already fed up with the mother

That they put a hat on me

Listen then when I say

Don't call me Beanstalker

And although there is some respect

And let's not stick our noses

We never inflate the currency

Making war on other countries

We pay you with oil

And interest our debt

meanwhile we don't know

Who gets the fair?

Although they make us famous

What are we sellers of?

Of the drug we planted

you are consumers

Don't call me gringo

you fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don't call me

Gringo, you beaner

don't call me beaner

Mr. Damn

I'll scare you

For racist and asshole

Don't call me Beanstalker

Fucking gringo

chingao

Now I wish I had a tell me

For every single time

I've gotten stared down

For being in the wrong side of town

And a rich man I'd be

If I had that kind of chips

Lately I want to smack the smiles

off these racists

You can imagine yourself from the outside

Being a Mexican crossing the border

Thinking of your family as you pass

Leaving everything you know behind

If you had to dodge the bullets

Of a few gringo ranchers

You'll keep telling them good for nothing wetbacks

If you had to start from scratch?

Now why don't you look down

To where your feet is planted

That US

soil that makes you take shit for granted

If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know

That where your feet are planted would be Mexico

Correct!

Don't call me gringo

you fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don't call me

Gringo, you beaner

don't call me beaner

Mr. Damn

I'll scare you

For racist and asshole

Don't call me Beanstalker

Fucking gringo

Don't call me gringo

you fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don't call me

Gringo, you beaner

don't call me beaner

Mr. Damn

I'll scare you

For racist and asshole

Don't call me Beanstalker

fucking gringo

fucking gringo what?

Bloody