Frijolero

I'm already fed up
That they put a hat on me
Listen then when I say
Don't call me a bean
And although there is some respect
Let's not stick our noses in
We never inflate the currency
Making war on other countries

We pay you with oil
And interest our debt
Meanwhile we don't know
Who gets the fair?
Even if they make us famous
What we are sellers of
Of the drug that we sow
You are consumers

Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Puñetero
I'll scare you for being racist and asshole
Don't call me a beanbag, you fucking gringo!

(Chingao')

Now I wish I had a tell me
For every single time
I've gotten stared down
For being on the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be
If I had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the mouths
Of these racists

You can imagine yourself from the outside
Being a Mexican crossing the border
Thinking of your family as you pass
Leaving everything you know behind
If you had to dodge the bullets
From a few gringo rancheros
Will you keep telling them: Good for nothing
Wetback, if you had to start from scratch?

Now why don't you look down
To where your feet are planted
That US soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
Now where your feet are planted would be Mexico
Correct!

Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Puñetero
I'll scare you for being racist and asshole
Don't call me a beanbag, you fucking gringo!

Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Puñetero
I'll scare you for being racist and asshole
Don't call me a bean, fucking gringo
(Fucking gringo what?) Puñetero