up ese Nah, last night was the homey We got up ay But I woke up with big hangover Lemme tell you, a little about the cantina
I wait til Sunday to have my menudo But it's Saturday and I up all crudo I think I had one too many shots of Mira, I I made a toast to mi vida Left a big tip, took my grip And the sad thing it is I don't remember shit Wait a minute, bartender can you me a lemon And a nice Tacate, thank you, simon Anyways, yesterday was the bomb all long Getting off my ass, bottoms up on the glass Presidente and Coke, 1800's no Had me feeling like I never felt before so pour more Til I hit the or stumble out the door And if that happens, it's time to hit the liquor Drinkin Tacates, or Martina Taking shots of tequila I'm la cantina
You can catch me in la getting drunk La cantina, 'cause where we party up La cantina's mi vida, you know it's La cantina, cantina you that I love you
I said I wouldn't drink no more, but this can't be 'cause not even noon and I already had two Times three, that's me taking all that I can me to promise that I won't drink, but that's a promise I can't make So suffering, hungover from the night But the way to fix it is to drink some more So did I? But of what you think? I'm sitting at the bar the beers that I won't drink You gotta be me, the buzz is hitting me Got me feeling I'm headed to the park with the homey But they had some besto tambien A couple twelve-packs that jacked I'm feelin like I win I go there's alcohol til I fall It's 7 o'clock, but I make it to last call You vatos gonna be for a while? If so see ya But if not you know where I'll be homey, at the
Back in the cantina, sippin my It's gonna be the same way as night holmes, I bet ya and friends from one night to the other end The wicked wino, is getting drunk again Stumbling, I'm and it shows And wouldn't be suprised if later on I'm throwing 'cause the way it goes, and everybody knows But I'll just relax and go the flow Bartender I'm ready for another shot and won't stop until I Or til somebody calls the My primo me up off the floor And "Homey you're tore up We're cutting you off, not drinking anymore" Drag me out, up the to mi caton The bar's a few away but it took me a hour to get home I've learned my leason, rule one of la cantina Don't mix cerveza with
You know every weekend I say I'm never drink again But I'm always going back to the cantina with mi right, and if there's one thing I've learned It's mix cerveza with tequila I'm you