J.T.R.B.
Pa' comer yo need some money
Need that you pinche gringo
Ya me dejes en paz
Eran 1 big 2 big 3 big policemen
Que a chingadazos te abaratan te reprimen
No money, no funny no gringo no rights
Mi gente , tu gente no son diferentes
Luchan por comida y un trato decente
Jump the river beaner ! frijolero !
Walls of pain from a far away war
Callado mojado, espera sentado
No te olvides que a tu lado
Siempre esta san juan soldado
Muerte, muerte se respira mala suerte
Mojado naciste, mojado serás
Fuck u mexicano and never come back
J.T.R.B
To eat, I need some money
Need that damn gringo
Don't leave me alone
There were 1 big, 2 big, 3 big policemen
Who beat you up, repress you
No money, no fun, no gringo, no rights
My people, your people are not different
They fight for food and decent treatment
Jump the river, beaner! Frijolero!
Walls of pain from a distant war
Quiet wetback, wait seated
Don't forget that by your side
San Juan Soldier is always there
Death, death, bad luck is breathed
Wetback you were born, wetback you'll be
Screw you, Mexican, and never return