Dime compadre
\nVeo con Migra across
\nTe la sigo
\nThe american dream
\nPor favor believe it...
\nAwww...
\n¿Qué pasó?
\nTell me your way
\nAnd I give her for the life
\nBusted
\nAwww...
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\nThe immigration, be hatin'
\nPatrolling and trying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nAnd pinche George Bush, he's hatin
\nHe made them coast guarders trying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
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\nWhile I cop the news on my TV screen
\nJumped a fence and I tore my jeans
\nCoastal border and I sneak a Lean
\nThey hate on me cuz my card ain't Green
\nRide with a new chick, her name is Paula
\nCoca Cola up in her cola
\nGotta mix it up with toma sola
\nTurned powder into a boda
\nGot one in the dashboard and three in the trunk
\nThat dough part and we all stored
\nThat Chingo Bling, naw he ain't no punk
\nNow he's speaking code cuz this side is fucked
\nThey bringing tanks
\nThey bringing jets
\nDeport us all, Cucu was next
\nThey trying to see if my back is wet
\n'cuz if I stop and say, makes me a threat
\nSo what're you gonna do, deport me?
\nNo more two wigs, no more roadies
\nWho's two border with a homie floaties?
\nCaress all make me put my Chonies (Puto)
\nTaken! Man kiss, babies or leaves
\nTo tell the truth, so putos ain't hate me
\nParty to the lights so you can blame me
\nHe's none of the forty, big chain
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\nYou build your fences, we dig our tunnels
\nWhole deep or has to sell another chavos
\nHas to sell another chavos
\nHas to sell another chavos
\nHas to sell another chavos
\nHas to sell another chavos
\nMy tio Chema, he made a lancha
\nWith ducktape, flores and a couple of llantas
\nAll above a couple of llantas
\nAll above a couple of llantas
\nThe llantas from El Rafla
\nThe llantas from El Rafla
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\nNo'mbre vato, who invited the coast guard?
\nIt's okay, let the coast guard come, okay
\nWe got plenty of barbecue out here
\nWe're out here on the river
\nInner two being, all the kids are playing around
\nWe got plenty of food, salchichas, elotes
\nCoolers full of beer, melolai, full jale, fajitas
\nLook, this shit we're gonna do it over there
\nFor the fall of the union, okay, we're gonna do
\nImmigration versus The Bling family
\nAnd coastguard you got next on the volleyball court, okay
\nMy primo Rodrigo, he didn't make it this year
\nBecause I... boy genius over there (Stupid ass)
\nMr. IQ, decided to earn his neon head band
\nAnd cross in the border (You got to stress)
\nYou were not aware where, your neon head band
\nAnd crossed the border
\nIt's camouflaged Rodrigo, camouflaged
\n
\nThe immigration, be hatin'
\nPatrolling and trying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nTrying to build them bigger fences
\nAnd pinche George Bush, he's hatin
\nHe made them coast guarders trying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\nTrying to get us deportated
\n
\nJorge Bush over there
\nSkunk your ass, pendejo head
\nHey you in the White House
\nLook at the phone
\nI wanna talk to you right now
\nI got five letters, George
\nJorge, five letters, okay
\nYour secretary
\nWas no one to turn my pot, on my secretary
\nSo my secretary is gonna write your secretary
\nI mean, you gotta do lunch, okay
\n'cuz a lotta peer pissed off, okay
\nAnd right now I'm representing my people
\nWho wanna vote for me for president
\nSo, you see all those people on the news at the gallery
\nYou'd better watch out
\nBecause I... Haha...
\nThey might vote for me
\nDile Arnold, that all the mojao
\nDile, that all the mojao when
\nCalifornia
\nWhat makes you think they won't' vote him, another mojao
\nIn your Spot, puto face, huh?
\nI got 44-37 187-77 Seven Eleven
\nThere a lot right there
\nI dont' like the log, it's a lot of numbers
\nIt's gonna suspicious, okay
\nThat's not gonna fly around me, okay
\nThat's just like Cleto, it's not gonna game
\nAnd this game, it's just like football compare
\nForty four, hut hut, hut hut, hut
\nCall on Rodrigo
\nTell Mary, they'll never catch us
\nDale en la madre Rodrigo, call on
\nHelp me, oh they got him, aww
\nTie your shoelaces wey
\nHey, I'll send you some money later, aww
\nAnyways, Jose you're up next
\nForth and down, here we go
\nHut hut, hut, go
\nDale en la madre
\nDale en la madre, go
\nChuck on, go to the left
\nFirst down compadre...
\nThe american dream
\nPor favor believe it...\n\n
