Vamonos pal rancho

(Here it goes, big boy, open your mouth, let's see
if you get the hang of it, here it goes in your language so you understand,
let's see if you get the hang of it, big boy)
Look, big boy
You don't listen to me
I spend the whole day scolding you
Turn off that device
It's driving me crazy
That damn music of barking dogs
You don't help at home
You don't want to work
And you're not even good at studying (you're not even good for that)
I'm not scolding you anymore
Everything bothers you
The music I listen to
The clothes I wear
Who I hang out with
What I do
It seems to me like you want to see me as your slave
Dress decently
I've always dreamed of it
And with those pants, you look like you've crapped yourself
Let your hair grow
And comb it decently
The way your hair is now
You look like a delinquent
Nothing pleases you and you know nothing about fashion
Being bald is what's in now
With my dark-skinned pants
You're clueless
I don't want you to hang out
With those losers
That bunch of lazy people who are all bald
All making signs
Tattooed hands
Everyone knows
They're stoners
(Son, don't you want to go with me to the ranch? Let's go to the ranch) (you dad are you crazy?)
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
This is where I was born
This is where I grew up
I don't want to go to Mexico because it's very boring
Clueless boy
You don't know what you're saying
There are your airs
There are your roots
Stop bothering me
Can't you see I'm playing
You spend all day playing with that PlayStation
When I was your age
I was already sowing
Stop interrupting me
Can't you see I'm winning
Lower the volume on your radio, I want to rest
Tomorrow very early I have to work
That bunch of dark-skinned people
I don't know what they're singing
Sometimes I even think they're getting on my nerves
They're all so arrogant
With their gold chains
In the fields, I would like to see them covered in mud
Times have changed
That's what's happening
And what we're listening to is called rap
I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, I'm getting tired
And I never criticize your nonsense
Sit down to eat
There are beans on the table
I don't feel like that
I want a hamburger
That's not good for you
It's pure junk
Then I want pizza
Or a grilled burrito
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to, not even the law
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
Let's go to the ranch
I don't want to go, haley
(Nobody understands here, nobody comprehends)
I'm going to the ranch
I'm very upset
Because here in this north it seems like I'm painted
I'm going to sow my land
To take care of the cattle
A donkey understands more
Than you, you damn show-off