Verse 1
Started in a garage, Mojave heat on his back,
Fourteen years old with a plan, no slack.
Roberto with a spatula and dreams on fire,
Cookin’ carne with the heart of a street empire.
Uncle called him “Fat Boy,” now it’s on the sign,
From dirty hands to clean counters — you feel that grind.
Now he’s flippin’ birria by the tray,
With TNT tacos blowin’ tastebuds away.
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Chorus (hooky and melodic)
Ain’t no tacos like Fat Boys tacos, dipped in consomé glow,
Birria ramen heal your soul, blue horchata rock ‘n’ roll.
From concrete dreams to CA‑14 beams,
Now the boulevard bumps with supreme nacho screams.
Ain’t no tacos like Fat Boys tacos — taste that family love,
From the boulevard lights to the Mojave dust,
With queso shells cracklin’ in that T-N-T fold,
You ain’t lived yet ‘til you take that gold.
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Verse 2
Lancaster nights with the speakers loud,
Live music, good vibes, and a taco crowd.
Siblings on the grill, nephews take the cash,
Nieces run the front — it’s a family splash.
From a “bad kid” past to a future bright,
Now he’s feeding the town under boulevard lights.
Locals line up, road trippers too,
Even the EVs charge while the crew runs through.
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Bridge (emotional with harmony vocals)
They remember the struggle, they built it from scratch,
Now the only thing broken are records they smash.
Clean shop, full heart, every table feels right,
Mi casa es su casa — every single night.
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Final Chorus (repeat with chant backup)
Ain’t no tacos like Fat Boys tacos, dipped in consomé glow,
Birria ramen heal your soul, blue horchata rock ‘n’ roll.
From garage heat to the desert breeze,
They turned tortillas into destinies.
Ain’t no tacos like Fat Boys tacos — bring your hunger home,
From Mojave dirt to the Lancaster stone.
The past got flipped, now the future’s rolled,
In a wet burrito — hot and bold.
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Outro (spoken over soft guitar)
Started in the garage…
Now they feed the whole town.
Fat Boys. Built with fire. Served with soul.
nightwerks
