Frijolero
Yo ya estoy hasta la madre de que me pongan sombrero
Escucha entonces cuando digo: No me llames frijolero
Y aunque exista algún respeto, 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
Chinga'o
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 que tú 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 you-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
Beaner
I'm so fed up with them putting a hat on me
Listen then when I say: Don't call me a beaner
And even if there's some respect, let's not stick our noses in
We never inflated the currency, waging war on other countries
We pay you with oil and interest on our debt
Meanwhile, we don't know who's pocketing the cash
Even though they make us out to be dealers
Of the drugs we grow, you're the 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 a beaner, Mr. Damn it
I'll scare you for being a racist and a jerk
Don't call me a beaner, you fucking gringo jerk
Damn it
Now I wish I had a dime every single time
I've been stared down for being on the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be, if I had that kind of money
Lately I wanna smack the smiles off these racists
Can you imagine from the outside
Being a Mexican crossing the border
Thinking about your family, while you cross
Leaving everything you know behind
If you had to dodge the bullets
Of a few gringo ranchers
Would you still call them good-for-nothing wetbacks
If you had to start from scratch?
Now why don't you look down to where your feet are planted?
That you're the soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just so 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 a beaner, Mr. Fucking Asshole
I'll scare you for being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me a beaner, you fucking gringo asshole
Don't call me a gringo, you fucking beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me a gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Fucking Asshole
I'll scare you for being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me a beaner, you fucking gringo (fucking gringo, what?) asshole
Escrita por: Miguel Angel Huidobro Preciado, Randy C. Ebright Wideman, Juan Francisco Ayala