[Lil Rob] Whats up, ese Nah Last night was the bomb, homie We got tore up, ey But I woke up with this big hangover Ha ha Let me tell you Little story about the cantina Verse 1 I usually wait til Sunday, to have my menudo But its 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 dont remember Shhh 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 Gettin drunk Off my ass, bottoms up On the glass Presidente And Coke 1800s No joke Had me feelin like I never felt before, so pour some more Til I hit the floor or stumble out the door And if that happens Its time to hit The liquor store Drinkin Tecates Or Cerveza Martina Taking shots of tequila, while Im la cantina Chorus Vocal Bizz Catch me in la cantina Getting drunk La cantina Cause thats where we party up La cantinas mi vida You know its true La cantina Cantina, you know that I love you Verse 2 I said I wouldnt drink no more, but this cant be true Cause its not Even noon and I already had two Times three Thats me, taking all that I can take You want me to promise that I wont drink, but thats a promise I cant make So sufferin, 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 Im sittin at the bar from the beers that I wont drink You gotta be kiddin me, the buzz is hittin me Got me feelin lightheaded Im headed to the park, with the homie Spark But they had some pisto there tambien A couple twelvepacks that they jacked Im feelin like there aint no end Cause rverywhere I go, theres alcohol til I fall Its seven oclock But will I make it to last call? [Lil Rob] Hey, you vatos gonna be here for a while If so, Ill see ya But if not, you know where Ill be homie, at the cantina Repeat Chorus Verse 3 Back in the cantina Sippin my cerveza Its 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 Stumblin Im wasted And it shows And wouldnt be suprised if later on Im throwin blows Cause thats the way it goes And everybody knows But Ill just relax And go with the flow Bartender, Im ready for another shot and wont stop Until I drop Or until somebody calls the cops My primo picked me up off the floor And said, Homie Youre tore up, were cutting you off, youre not drinking anymore Draggin my body up the hill to mi caton The bars five minutes away, but it took me a hour to get home Ive learned my leason Rule number one of the cantina Dont mix cerveza With tequila Repeat Chorus [Lil Rob] You know every weekend, I say Im never gonna drink again But Im always going back to the cantina With mi familia Thats right And if theres one thing Ive learned Its Dont mix cerveza With tequila Ha ha Im warning you
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