| What’s up ese |
| Nah, last night was the bomb homey |
| Got fucked up ay |
| But I woke up with this biggest fucken head ache |
| hungover like a fucken bitch |
| never drinking again homeboy |
| haha, yeah right |
| I usually wait til Sunday to have my menudo |
| But it’s Saturday and I woke up all crudo |
| I think I had one too many shots of tequila |
| Mira, I heard I made a toast to mi vida |
| Left a big tip, mariachis took my grip |
| And the sad thing about it is I don’t remember shit |
| Wait a minute, bartender can you pass me a limon |
| And a nice cold Tecate, thank you, simon |
| Anyways, yesterday was the bomb all night long |
| Getting drunk off my ass, bottoms up on the glass |
| Presidente and Coke, 1800's no joke |
| Had me feeling like I never felt before so pour some more |
| Til I hit the floor or stumble out the door |
| And when the bar closes, it’s time to hit the liquor store |
| Drinkin Tecates, or Cerveza Mas Fina |
| Taking shots of tequila while I’m la cantina |
| sittin in la cantina |
| with a latino con ojos como un chino |
| down con tequila |
| chores: catch me in la canitna getting drunk, la canitnia cuz thatz were we |
| party oh la quntina es mi vida u know its true, cantina, cntia u know that i love |
| I said I wouldn’t drink no more, but this can’t be true |
| Cuz it’s not even noon and I already had two |
| Times three, that’s me taking all that I can take |
| Want me to promise that I won’t drink, but that’s a promise I can’t make |
| So suffering, hungover from the night before |
| But the only way to fix it is to drink some more |
| So did I? But of course what you think? |
| I’m sitting at the bar in front of beers that I won’t drink |
| You gotta be kidding me, the buzz is hitting me |
| Got me feeling light-headed |
| I’m headed to the park with the homey Spark |
| But they had some besto there tambien |
| A couple twelve-packs that they jacked |
| I’m feelin like I can’t win |
| Everywhere I go there’s alcohol til I fall |
| It’s 7 o’clock, but will I make it to last call |
| You vatos gonna be here for a while? |
| If so I’ll see ya |
| But if not you know where I’ll be homey, at the cantina |
| Back in the cantina, sippin my cerveza |
| It’s gonna be the same way as last night holmes, I bet ya |
| Primos and friends from one night to the other end |
| The wicked wicked wino, is getting drunk again |
| Stumbling, I’m wasted and it shows |
| And wouldn’t be suprised if later on I’m throwing blows |
| Cuz that’s the way it goes, and everybody knows |
| But I’ll just relax and go with the flow |
| Bartender I’m ready for another shot and won’t stop until I drop |
| Or til somebody calls the cops |
| My primo picks me up off the floor |
| And said «Homey you’re tore up |
| We’re cutting you off, you’re not drinking anymore» |
| Drag me out, up the hill to mi canton |
| The bar’s a few minutes away but it took me a hour to get home |
| I’ve learned my leason, rule number one of la cantina |
| Don’t mix cerveza with tequila |
| You know every weekend I say I’m never gonna drink again |
| But I’m always going back to the cantina with mi familia |
| That’s right, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned |
| It’s don’t mix cerveza with tequila |
| I’m warning you |