la cantina

Lyrics

what's up man, nah, last night was the bomb homey, we got fucked up ey, but i woke up with the biggest fucking headache, hungover like a fucking bitch, i'm never drinking again homeboy, ha, yeah right, i usually wait till 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, till i hit the floor or stumble out the door, and when the bar closes, it's time to hit the liquor store, drinking tecates, or cerveza mas fina, taking shots of tequila while i'm in la cantina, sitting in the cantina, a latino con ojos como un chino, downing the tequila, meet a bartender, let me get a round for everyone, jose cuervo, 1800, till the bottle's done, sitting in the cantina, a latino con ojos como un chino, downing the tequila, meet a bartender, let me get a round for everyone, and when the bottle's 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, one with my menudo, and one during the break, you want me to promise that i won't drink, but that's a promise i can't make, still 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 infront of beers and 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 pisto there tambien, a couple twelve-packs that they jacked, i'm feeling like there ain't no end, cuz everywhere i go there's alcohol till i fall, it's 7 o'clock, but will i make it to last call, hey homey, 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, sipping my cerveza, it's gonna be the same way as last night holmes, i bet ya, primos and friends from one end 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 till somebody calls the cops, my primo picked me up off the floor, and said "i think you've a little bit too much to drink, i don't think you should drink anymore", dragging my body up the hill to mi canton, the bar's five minutes away but it took me an hour to get home, i've learned my lesson, rule number one of the 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, i got something to tell all of you, never mix cerveza with tequila, i'm warning you, i'm out