La Cantina

What's up man

Nah, last night was the bomb homie

I got fucked up ay

But I woke up with this biggest fuckin headache

Hungover like a fuckin bitch

I'm never drinking again homeboy, huh, 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 lemon

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 the beer that's mas fina

Taking shots of tequila while I'm in la cantina

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Sittin in the cantina

A latino con ojos como un chino

Downing the tequila

Mira bartender, let me get a round for everyone

Jose cuervo 1800 til the bottle's done

Sittin in the cantina

A latino con ojos como chino

Downing the tequila

Mira bartender, let me get a round for everyone

And when the bottles done crack another one

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

Warmin my menudo and one during the break

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 from the 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 homie Spark

But they had some pisto 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

Hey homie, You vatos gonna be here for a while?

If so I'll see ya

But if not you know where I'll be homie, at the cantina

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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 until somebody calls the cops

My primo picks me up off the floor

And said "I think you've had a little bit too much to drink

and I don't think you should drink anmore"

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 lesson, rule number one of la cantina

Don't mix cerveza with tequila

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You know every weekend I say I'm never gonna drink again

But I'm always going back to la cantina with mi familia

That's right, i've got something to tell all of you

never mix a cervesa with tequila

I'm warning you