Esta Copa (con Don Cheto)

This Cup (with Don Cheto)

(with Cheto speaking)
Ah, can you hear me?
It's good that you hear me
Because I want to take advantage of this moment
To thank you
Because without you
We wouldn't have gardens made
We wouldn't have a roof or food or services
Thank you very much

(Akwid Francisco)
I look for you because I need you
To tell you to your face
Without you, there wouldn't be grilled meat or anything
Honestly, I say it because it's true
And I toast to your health
At each of my concerts
Who am I referring to?
The butcher, the plumber
My buddy the corn man

They call me a beaner
Without realizing
That at any moment
My rancher side comes out
Greetings to the taco man
The watchmaker, the milkman
According to him, the biggest womanizer
Also to the ice cream man
He works hard every day
With more value than a street dog

Raise your hand if you're a cactus farmer
And cashier, tamale maker, hairdresser
The world doesn't spin, being honest
Without people like you with a steel backbone

(chorus)
This cup I toast to the gardener
The painter, the waiter, and the cook
This cup I toast to the taco man
The car washer, the ranch hand, and the carpenter

This cup I toast to the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
This cup I toast to the ice cream man
The mechanic, the seamstress, and the rancher

(Akwid Sergio)
To pay these guys
I don't skimp
They are good workers
It's not a secret
From Chinese American restaurants
All the cooks are Mexican

Awesome
I'm proud
To be one of them since I was a kid
For whatever you need
And whatever you want
A little crooked, don't worry

Where there's work
There you find them
Just for papers, there are no samples
Without colleges and without schools
Just damn football and soap operas
And if these people didn't exist
How would I live?
What would I do? (what would I do?)
Who the hell would attend to me?
And here with determination everything is possible
And what you all do
For the people is incredible

(chorus)
This cup I toast to the gardener
The painter, the waiter, and the cook
This cup I toast to the taco man
The car washer, the ranch hand, and the carpenter

This cup I toast to the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
This cup I toast to the ice cream man
The mechanic, the seamstress, and the rancher

(Don Cheto)
(yeah!) to all of us who are putting in effort over here
To the builders, gardeners, plumbers everybody
Grandma here with us

(Akwid Francisco)
I take off my hat
For my people
Respect for those who work hard
And earn it daily

Whatever it is
Whatever the job
Let's get to work
And not hold back

I'm your best friend
They call me paisa
I answer with pride
And offer you my home

That's how badass
Mexicans are
And anyone who fights
To come from elsewhere

(Akwid Sergio)
If it weren't for you all
What would happen?
Who would cut that meat for you
And buy your lottery ticket

And who's going to wash your car?
Themselves?
I don't think so
They'd die from a cold

And many people don't notice them
Only those on the corner
Selling weed
From the heart, a greeting
To you all
Work hard
Until you pull up in a Mercedes

(chorus)
This cup I toast to the gardener
The painter, the waiter, and the cook
This cup I toast to the taco man
The car washer, the ranch hand, and the carpenter

This cup I toast to the butcher
The dishwasher and also the truck driver
This cup I toast to the ice cream man
The mechanic, the seamstress, and the rancher

(Don Cheto speaking)
Hey! And what about those who sell rocks, huh?
Also count my son
Damn