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Molotov - Frijolero - Frijolero

Molotov - Frijolero

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
quien 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.

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 conoces atrás.

Si tuvieras tu que esquivar las balas
de unos cuantos gringos rancheros
Le seguirás diciendo good for nothing wetback?
si tuvieras tu 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!

Molotov - Frijolero

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
quien se queda con la feria.

Aunque nos hagan la fama
de que somos vendedores
de la droga que sembramos
ustedes son consumidores.

No me llames gringo
Maldito frijolero
Quédate en tu lado
De ese maldito río
No me llames gringo,
Frijolero

No me digas frijolero,
Señor Puñetero
Te sacaré un susto
Por racista y culero.
No me llames frijolero,
Pinche gringo puñetero.

Ahora desearía tener diez centavos
Por cada vez
Que me han mirado hacia abajo
Por estar en el lado equivocado de la ciudad

Y sería un hombre rico
Si tuviera algo de esas fichas
Últimamente quiero golpear las bocas
De estos racistas

Podrás imaginarte desde afuera,
ser un Mexicano cruzando la frontera,
pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas,
dejando todo lo que conoces atrás.

Si tuvieras tu que esquivar las balas
de unos cuantos gringos rancheros
¿Le seguirás diciendo “espalda mojada ”('ilegal') bueno para nada?
si tuvieras tu que empezar de cero.

Ahora, ¿Porqué no miras hacia donde
Tus pies están plantados?
Ese territorio de E.U.A. que te hace tomar la mierda por concedida
Si no fuera por “Santa Ana”, solo para que lo sepas,
Donde tus pies están plantados sería México
¡Correcto!


Significado de las palabras de la canción Frijolero:


Frijolero: Término despectivo con que se suele llamar en EE.UU a los mexicanos y Centroamericanos.

Beaner: Frijolero.

Puñetero: Dificultoso, indeseable.

Wetback: Termino ofensivo que suele usarse en EE.UU para llamar a los inmigrantes Mexicanos
y Centroamericanos que entraron ilegalmente a dicho país.

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