| What’s up ese
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| Nah, last night was the bomb homey
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| We got tore up ay But I woke up with this big hangover
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| Lemme tell you, a little story about the cantina
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| I usually wait til Sunday to have my menudo
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| But it’s Saturday and I woke up all crudo
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| I think I had one too many shots of tequila
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| Mira, I heard I made a toast to mi vida
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| Left a big tip, mariachis took my grip
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| And the sad thing about it is I don’t remember shit
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| Wait a minute, bartender can you pass me a lemon
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| And a nice cold Tacate, thank you, simon
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| Anyways, yesterday was the bomb all night long
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| Getting drunk off my ass, bottoms up on the glass
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| Presidente and Coke, 1800's no joke
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| Had me feeling like I never felt before so pour some more
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| Til I hit the floor or stumble out the door
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| And if that happens, it’s time to hit the liquor store
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| Drinkin Tacates, or Cerveza Martina
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| Taking shots of tequila while I’m la cantina
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| You can catch me in la cantina getting drunk
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| La cantina, cuz that’s where we party up La cantina’s mi vida, you know it’s true
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| La cantina, cantina you know that I love you
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| I said I wouldn’t drink no more, but this can’t be true
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| Cuz it’s not even noon and I already had two
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| Times three, that’s me taking all that I can take
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| Want me to promise that I won’t drink, but that’s a promise I can’t make
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| So suffering, hungover from the night before
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| But the only way to fix it is to drink some more
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| So did I? |
| But of course what you think?
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| I’m sitting at the bar from the beers that I won’t drink
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| You gotta be kidding me, the buzz is hitting me Got me feeling light-headed
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| I’m headed to the park with the homey Spark
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| But they had some besto there tambien
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| A couple twelve-packs that they jacked
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| I’m feelin like I can’t win
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| Everywhere I go there’s alcohol til I fall
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| It’s 7 o’clock, but will I make it to last call
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| You vatos gonna be here for a while?
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| If so I’ll see ya But if not you know where I’ll be homey, at the cantina
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| Back in the cantina, sippin my cerveza
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| It’s gonna be the same way as last night holmes, I bet ya Primos and friends from one night to the other end
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| The wicked wicked wino, is getting drunk again
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| Stumbling, I’m wasted and it shows
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| And wouldn’t be suprised if later on I’m throwing blows
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| Cuz that’s the way it goes, and everybody knows
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| But I’ll just relax and go with the flow
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| Bartender I’m ready for another shot and won’t stop until I drop
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| Or til somebody calls the cops
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| My primo picks me up off the floor
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| And said Homey you’re tore up We’re cutting you off, you’re not drinking anymore
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| Drag me out, up the hill to mi caton
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| The bar’s a few minutes away but it took me a hour to get home
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| I’ve learned my leason, rule number one of la cantina
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| Don’t mix cerveza with tequila
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| You know every weekend I say I’m never gonna drink again
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| But I’m always going back to the cantina with mi familia
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| That’s right, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned
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| It’s don’t mix cerveza with tequila
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| I’m warning you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cantina , by - Lil Rob. Song from the album DJ Supermix, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп