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    Molotov / Lyrics

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    "Frijolero" Lyrics

    Molotov

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    Genre:Latin, Rock
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    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 fuckin' 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.
    (Chingao')

    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 mouths
    of 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.

    tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas
    de unos cuantos gringos rancheros.
    ¿Les seguirás diciendo: "good for nothing wetback"
    si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero?

    Now why don't you look down
    to where your feet is planted.
    That U.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!
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Miguel Angel Huidobro Preciado, Randy Ebright, Francisco Ayala Gora.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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