La Harina

¡Chorros, guys!

I crossed the border with Bolivia
I came back and the cops stopped me
They found the bag I was carrying
I played dumb and said it was flour
But they didn't believe me
And they arrested me
But they didn't believe me
And they arrested me

I arrived at prison and they sent me
Straight to help in the kitchen
I prepare everyone's food
I make it with the leftovers of my flour
And in the cell block
What a mess ensued
And in the cell block
What a mess ensued

And now I cook for everyone with flour
Now I cook for everyone with flour
I'm so cool
Cooking with flour
In prison
Cooking with flour