La Cantina (Radio Edit)

[Lil' Rob] What's 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 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 (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) 1800's (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 It's time to hit The liquor store Drinkin' Tecates Or Cerveza Martina Taking shots of tequila, while I'm la cantina Chorus: Vocal Bizz Catch me in la cantina Getting drunk La cantina Cause that's where we party up La cantina's mi vida You know it's true La cantina Cantina, you know that I love you (Verse 2) I said I wouldn't drink no more, but this can't be true Cause it's not Even noon and I already had two Times three That's me, taking all that I can take You want me to promise that I won't drink, but that's a promise I can't 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 I'm sittin' at the bar from the beers that I won't drink You gotta be kiddin' me, the buzz is hittin' me Got me feelin' light-headed I'm headed to the park, with the homie Spark But they had some pisto there tambien A couple twelve-packs that they jacked I'm feelin' like there ain't no end Cause rverywhere I go, there's alcohol til I fall It's seven o'clock But will I make it to last call? [Lil' Rob] Hey, you vatos gonna be here for a while If so, I'll see ya But if not, you know where I'll be homie, at the cantina Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Back in the cantina Sippin' my cerveza It's 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' I'm wasted And it shows And wouldn't be suprised if later on I'm throwin' blows Cause 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 until somebody calls the cops My primo picked me up off the floor And said, "Homie You're tore up, we're cutting you off, you're not drinking anymore" Draggin' my body up the hill to mi caton The bar's five minutes away, but it took me a hour to get home I've learned my leason Rule number one of the cantina Don't mix cerveza With tequila Repeat Chorus [Lil' Rob] You know every weekend, I say "I'm never gonna drink again" But I'm always going back to the cantina With mi familia That's right And if there's one thing I've learned It's Don't mix cerveza With tequila Ha ha I'm warning you