environment | March 17, 2026

Molotov Frijolero Lyrics English Translation

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I'm already up to my mother

That they put a hat on me

Listen then when I say

Don't call me Bean

And even if there's some respect

And let's not stick our noses in

We never inflate the currency

Making war on other countries

We pay you with oil

And interest our debt

In the meantime we don't know

Who gets the fair?

Even if they make us famous

That we're salespeo

Of the drug we sow

You are consumers

Chorus 1

Don't call me gringo

You fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don't call me

Gringo, you beaner

Don't call me a beaner

Mr. Puncher

I'll scare you out

For racist and assyo

Don't call me Bean

Fucking prick gringo

Verse 2

Now I wish I had to tell me

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 smiles

Off these racists

You can imagine yourself from the outside

Being a Mexican crossing the border

Thinking about your family while you're passing

Leaving everything you know behind

If you had to dodge the bullets

A few ranching gringos

You'll keep telling them good for nothing wetbacks

If you had to start from scratch?

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

Chorus 2

Don't call me gringo

You fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don't call me

Gringo, you beaner

Don't call me a beaner

Mr. Puncher

I'll scare you out

For racist and assyo

Don't call me Bean

Fucking prick gringo

Don't call me gringo

You fucking beaner

Stay on your side

Of that goddamn river

Don't call me

Gringo, you beaner

Don't call me a beaner

Mr. Puncher

I'll scare you out

For racist and assyo

Don't call me Bean

Pinche gringo

gringo what?

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