Song Of The Brown Buffalo

Hey white man
Do you know what I am?
I'm the brown buffalo, by way of México
I am an attorney, on a lifelong journey
I fight for chicano power
Never met a man I couldn't devour
Never met a plan I couldn't put in place
They attack, I brace, they escape, I chase
I'm a tad temperamental so get out my face
I'm mad monumental, see my dick from space.

I am strength for the weak
I am speed for the slow
This is the song of the Brown Buffalo.

Hey!
I'm beastly and I'm brutish
And my fur is caked with gore
I'm the trouble you've been looking for
And you don't know I'm brilliant
Cuz you only hear my roar
I'm the trouble you've been looking for.

And I don't ever hide from a fight that needs to be fought
And I would never filter a cigarette or a thought.

Cuz my mind is open wide, and it grows, and it grows
And hibitions cast us side, it just goes where it goes
I don't answer to a bossman, no, no, no
See I'm a great big bad brown buffalo.

My head is full of acid
But my heart is kind and pure
I'm the trouble you've been looking for
My politics are liberal, but I pack a 44
Which I use to fight for those who are too weak to wage a war
I'm the trouble we've been looking for.

Cuz my mind is open wide, it expands, it expands
Every open gate I pried with these hands, with these hands
Leaving no path left untried, walk the sands, walk the sands
I'm no ordinary human no, no, no
See I'm a great big bad brown buffalo.

And if you think I'm not hefe, you got it wrong
This is my birthright baby, and this is my song.

Food, booze, drugs, guns, ha, and radical politics
Food, booze, drugs, guns and radical politics
Food, booze, drugs, guns and radical politics
Food, booze, drugs, guns and radical politics.

Aye yai yai yai yai yai!
Aye yai yai yai yai yai yai yai yai yai yai!
Aye yai yai yai yai yai, ah!

Hey white man
Do you know what I am?
I'm the brown buffalo
See now you know.