California Über Aztlan
Soy el ex-gobernador Pito Wilson
Odiador de México
No llegué a ser presidente
Sin el voto latino
El gran apoyo ha sido por el poder
Porque el mando ha de sostener
Lo usaré pa' controlar a todos
Levantar un chingo de latinos
Sus hijos son esclavos del Estado
California uber Aztlan
California uber Aztlan
Sobre todo California
Sobre todo Pocho
¡Aztlan!
Hoy mucho ya ha cambiado
Casi a todos me los he chingado
Raza odiada en cada rincón
Con soldados metidos
Por la raza ya va a mandar
El ejército del Brujo Juan
Odiadores jamás vuelven
Con machete los voy a sacar
¡Canijo güero, me las vas a pagar!
California uber Aztlan
California uber Aztlan
Sobre todo California
Sobre todo Pocho
¡Aztlan!
Hoy es el año 2012
Tocan la puerta del ex-gobernador
Es la policía de derechos humanos
Tú criada 'mojada' te ha reportado
Que fuiste a Tijuana para comprarla
Y la cruzaste pa' tener esclava
Qué lástima que hay oración
Por eso vas a la cárcel cabrón
Por la regadera güeyes hacen fila
Tu colita, mira, se va a reventar
No te preocupes, que unos usan condón
¡Por qué chingados con la raza, cabrón!
California uber Aztlan
California uber Aztlan
Sobre todo California
Sobre todo Pocho
¡Aztlan!
¡Aztlan!
¡Aztlan!
¡Aztlan!
[Verse 1]
I am ex-Governor Pete Wilson
Hater of Mexico
I couldn't become president
Without the Latino vote
The great support has been for power
Because the command has to sustain
I will use it to control everyone
Raise a shitload of Latinos
Their children are slaves of the state
[Chorus]
California über Aztlan
California über Aztlan
California over all
Pocho over all
Aztlan!
[Verse 2]
A lot has already changed
I have screwed almost all of them
Race hated in every corner
With soldiers involved
For his race will rule
The army of witcher Juan
Haters never come back
With a machete I will remove them
You stupid guy, you're going to pay me!
[Chorus]
California über Aztlan
California über Aztlan
California over all
Pocho over all
Aztlan!
[Verse 3]
Today is the year 2012
They knock on the door of the ex-governor
It is the human rights police
Your 'wet' maid has reported on you
That you went to Tijuana to buy it
And you crossed her to have a slave
What a pity, there is prayer
That's why you go to jail you bastard
Guys line up at the shower
Your little butt, look, it's going to burst
Don't worry, a few use condoms
Why the hell with race, motherfucker?
[Chorus]
California über Aztlan
California über Aztlan
California over all
Pocho over all
Aztlan!
Aztlan!
Aztlan!
Aztlan!
Aztlan!