They tell me to watch my weight But how can I? When I love my spanish. The gondules, the rice, the meat The repollo with the olive oil dressing my mami makes me Oh so much mixture in my spanish! And I stroll these streets with the mixture in my walk And the taste of sazon in talk The boys, they can't seem to look away. And can they? with all this red meat on my bones With the beans in my hips All this spice in my soul Oh, please save me one more bowl These plantains aren't mashed enough And i got the special recipe of my aunti's mangu So I switch my way to the kitchen To show these rookies what i can do My hands smell of onion My hair is tied My hips move to the beat of the steel bowl tapped by the wooden spoon I cook from morning to noon But what do i care? As long as I got spanish on the table They won't worry about who said what Who got how much Or how everybody is "Fulano" Because I serve it well So let me feed you and show you how much I love my Spanish.