This is a pinchi muy muy trendy one...

Sitting in my room surrounded by tequila



My homeboys all have left, my head is muy caliente



Its already manana, but piece of la noche are stuck inside my head



What we did was bullshit, we live the pinchi way



I guess that I'm cabrona...???

And I guess, we'll never find out 



who is the true cochino who never cleans his room



Tijuana She Must Fall x3



On a crazy party night

On a pinchi punyerra(SP?) mattress I'll lay for hours



Adding up my sins from La Raza magazines



I'm proud of my vida, and i stand inside my room



With all of my trippy Jimi Hendrix posters and shit

And sometimes when no ones 



looking i smoke mota



And my, my uncle comes in 



He says "Cochina, clean your room"

I guess they'll never find out 



Which one of us is truly a cochino



Tijuana She Must Fall x4

Why don't you go, let us get out of here



go have have some fun, find some trabajo or something



My uncle Bobby he said he's gonna get me some trabajo



My Uncle Bobby Pyn, he said Nyaaa Nyaaa Nyaa



Which means go get work, you know go to work



He said, he said



I got you trabajo at Oki Dogs Nyaaa Nyaaa

I'll never know who is the true cochino



Who never cleans the banjo's after 



They take a cackas



Tijuana She Must Fall x4

Wait a minute, some, some pinchi esse from Huntington Beach 



just hit me right in the face and called me a poseur, we're gonna get him eh