Frijolero
Molotov Lyrics

Yo ya estoy hasta la madre
I'm fed up.

De que me pongan sombrero
Of being labeled or stereotyped.

Escucha entonces cuando digo
Listen to what I'm saying.

No me llames frijolero
Don't call me beaner.

Y aunque exista algún respeto
Even if there is some level of respect.

Y no metamos las narices
And let's not interfere.

Nunca inflamos la moneda
We never manipulate currency.

Haciendo guerra a otros países
By waging wars on other countries.

Te pagamos con petróleo
We pay you with our oil.

E intereses nuestra deuda
And the interest on our debt.

Mientras tanto no sabemos
Meanwhile, we don't know.

Quien se queda con la feria
Who is ending up with the money.

Aunque nos hagan la fama
Even though they give us a bad reputation.

De que somos vendedores
Of being drug dealers.

De la droga que sembramos
Of the drugs we produce.

Ustedes son consumidores
You are the consumers.

No me digas beaner
Don't call me beaner.

Mr. Puñetero
Mr. Wanker.

Te sacaré un susto
I'll scare you.

Por racista y culero
For being racist and an asshole.

Pinche gringo puñetero
Fucking wanker gringo.

Now I wish I had a dime
Now I wish I had a dime.

For every single time
For every instance.

I've gotten stared down
I've been stared at with aggression.

For being in the wrong side of town
For being in the 'wrong' part of town.

And a rich man I'd be
I would be rich.

If I had that kind of chips
If I had that much money.

Lately I wanna smack the mouths
Recently, I've wanted to hit these racists.

Of these racists
Of these racists.

Podrás imaginarte desde afuera
Can you imagine from the outside?

Ser un mexicano cruzando la frontera
Being a Mexican crossing the border.

Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas
Thinking about your family as you pass through.

Dejando todo lo que conoces atrás
Leaving everything you know behind.

Si tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas
If you had to dodge bullets.

De unos cuantos gringos rancheros
From a few rancher gringos.

Las seguirás diciendo good for nothing wetback?
Would you still call them good-for-nothing wetbacks?

Si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero
If you had to start over from scratch.

Now why don't you look down
Now, why don't you look down.

To where your feet is planted
To where your feet are standing.

That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted
The U.S. soil that makes you take things for granted.

If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
Just so you know, if it wasn't for Santa Ana.

That where your feet are planted would be México
Where your feet are planted would be Mexico.

Correcto!
That's right!