Los Tres Pelones
Quiero que sepan los gringos
Que conmigo tres pelones
Que yo no tengo la culpa
De que sean unos huevones
No vine a robarles nada
Vine a trabajar, cabrones
No necesito licencia
Ni una identificación
Con estos papeles verdes
Que gané en la construcción
Me paseo por los cigueles
En puro trocononón
Los gringos me miran feo
Pero a mi se me resbala
Yo vine a ganar dinero
No a que me hagan caravanas
Si en mi rancho hubiera jale
Me regresaría mañana
Dicen que los mexicanos
Les robamos sus trabajos
No sabía que les gustara
Sembrar y lavar sus baños
Si ese jale es el que quieren
Con gusto se los dejamos
Los gringos me miran feo
Pero a mi se me resbala
Yo vine a ganar dinero
No a que me hagan caravanas
Si en mi rancho hubiera jale
Me regresaría mañana
The Three Baldies
I want the Yankees to know
That with me, three baldies
It's not my fault
That they're lazy
I didn't come to steal anything
I came to work, assholes
I don't need a license
Or an ID
With these green papers
That I earned in construction
I stroll through the streets
In pure trocononón
The Yankees give me dirty looks
But I couldn't care less
I came to make money
Not to be harassed
If there were work in my ranch
I'd go back tomorrow
They say Mexicans
Steal their jobs
I didn't know they liked
To plant and clean their bathrooms
If that's the job they want
We'll gladly leave it to them
The Yankees give me dirty looks
But I couldn't care less
I came to make money
Not to be harassed
If there were work in my ranch
I'd go back tomorrow