go to the store, but a pack      there's 12 tortillas neatly stacked      next thing you know, grab some beans      Stuff that shit right down your jeans            We run, we hide      Your diet's refried            Gas out...Next thing you know      Sorry mom, I think I'll go and drop the bomb      It's in the face, and that's too bad      Rosaritas all they had            We run, we hide      The beans inside      Gas out.