Lyrics of Frijolero - Molotov

Frijolero (original)

Yo ya estoy hasta la madre
De que me pongan sombrero
Escucha entonces cuando digo
No me llames Frijolero
Y aunque exista algún respeto
Y 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 fucking 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 smiles
Off these racists
Podrás imaginarte desde afuera
Ser un Mexicano cruzando la frontera
Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas
Dejando todo lo tu que conoces atrás
Si tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas
De unos cuantos gringos rancheros
Les seguirás diciendo good for nothing wetbacks
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!
Don’t call me gringo
You fucking 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
Don’t call me gringo
You fucking 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
¿Pinche gringo qué?
Puñetero

(translation)

I'm already fed up with the mother
That they put a hat on me
Listen then when I say
Don't call me Beanstalker
And although there is some respect
And let's not stick our noses
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?
Although they make us famous
What are we sellers of?
Of the drug we planted
you are consumers
Don't call me gringo
you fucking beaner
Stay on your side
Of that goddamn river
Don't call me
Gringo, you beaner
don't call me beaner
Mr. Damn
I'll scare you
For racist and asshole
Don't call me Beanstalker
Fucking gringo
chingao
Now I wish I had a tell me
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 want to smack the smiles
off 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
Of a few gringo ranchers
You'll keep telling them good for nothing wetbacks
If you had to start from scratch?
Now why don't you look down
To where your feet is planted
That US
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
Correct!
Don't call me gringo
you fucking beaner
Stay on your side
Of that goddamn river
Don't call me
Gringo, you beaner
don't call me beaner
Mr. Damn
I'll scare you
For racist and asshole
Don't call me Beanstalker
Fucking gringo
Don't call me gringo
you fucking beaner
Stay on your side
Of that goddamn river
Don't call me
Gringo, you beaner
don't call me beaner
Mr. Damn
I'll scare you
For racist and asshole
Don't call me Beanstalker
fucking gringo
fucking gringo what?
Bloody