Lyrics Rucka Rucka Ali – Taquitos

K? Aloha,
You can
call me Alejandro Whereizwaldo
Three time Latino Grammy winner

South of Texas (is a place that’s)
Called Mexico (Called Mehico)
And it goes from California to Brazil (Hell yeah)

They like nachos (And wear ponchos)
And play bongos (And like tacos)
And all other types of food from Taco Bell (I like those quesidillas)

Life is nice, south of the border
But they go to Arizona (Arizona)
To fall asleep in the truck on the lawn (that I payed them to mow!)

The Mexicans, are just the same as normal people
They brought cocaine here from the rainforests,
that we stole from them (Give it back)
They all can read
They like to read, great works of literature,
Like Malcolm X and The Fountain Head
And Where Is Waldo?

Taquitos
Twenty seconds in the microwave, that’s all
Spicy chicken, jalepeno, taquitos,
Makes the bitches and the hoes take off their clothes
Do the Samba,
Ay caramba!
Taquitos (with salantro)
Get your diarrhea all over your clothes

Jalepenos

They were Mayans,
and then Mexicans
And then Latins
Then back to Mexicans
And their calendar,
says that the world will end (in twenty-twelve)

So not to be racist,
but it makes sense,
That if they think the world will end,
That some of them, don’t never pay their bills (How’s that racist? They’re not even black)

Thank you, drive through, here’s your order
Would you like two more, for quarter?
No thanks, I’ll just have a cup of water
And Oh, yeah, this is all to go

The Mexican’s land was taken,
from them by the Gringos
If they’d been Indians,
they’d been given small pox and casinos

Nacho Libre,
was kinda gay
I don’t even like Jack Black
Well he’s OK,
but overrated, That’s just me though

Taquitos,
You can grab a couple extra for your bros
Let’s take Sancho,
to the gun show
Taquitos, black people are the best at the basketball
Alejandro, Whereizwaldo
Javier

Now you can see, man,
why I sing for revolucion in Argentina in Nicaragua,
And Puerto Rico

You know that thing, they put on trucks, to make them shits look brand new
Yeah, well that thing
It has a name. It is bondo

The Mexicans, are no different than other types of people
They like to sit, out on the porch
Instead of drugs, they sell oranges

They all can read
They like to read, great works of literature,
Like War & Peace, and Who Moved The Cheese?,
and Where Is Waldo?

Taquitos
Twenty seconds in the microwave, that’s all
I’m a Gringo, let’s play bingo
Taquitos, with salantro and some packets of hot sauce
Habenero, for dinnero

The Mexicans, are just the same as normal people
They brought cocaine here from the rainforests,
that we stole from them
They all can read
They like to read, great works of literature,
Like Malcolm X and The Fountain Head
And Where Is Waldo?

Taquitos