I'm so tired
Of them putting a hat on me
Then listen when I say
Don't call me beaner
And even though there is some respect
And we don't stick our noses in
We never inflate the currency
By making war on other countries
We pay you with oil
And interests our debt
While we don't know
Who keeps the money
Even if they make us famous
For being sellers
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 beaner
Mr. Bastard
I'll scare you
For being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me beaner
You stupid fucking gringo

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
You can imagine it from outside
To be a Mexican crossing the border
Thinking of your family while you pass by
Leaving all you know behind
If you had to dodge the bullets
Of a few rancher gringos
Will you keep saying good for nothing wetback?
If you had to start from zero
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 México
Right!

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 beaner
Mr. Bastard
I'll scare you
For being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me beaner
You stupid fucking gringo

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