There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
told you mine North Beach has changed though Since we were grown up Didn't used to be any spades here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Mexicans
Intro: (mexican song) Como a las once, se madruga lupita Se va a embarcar en un bote de vapor... Verse 1: fermin iv Pinche lupita, te fuiste con juanita
Mexican standoff And the river is the prize To float away on her current To the sea lover, to the sea And I know there's a song in the wind to the sky
my, I'm good with just water and fish Thugged out militainment see we focused Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot Or you can catch me in L.A., with a Mexican
A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet. My gun collection is big in the Adolph section, My little mini-me he bump off the Mexicans. Mostly known
holster my code names Daryl Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel My boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch great Mexican song
They try and tear me down You want me baby I dare you Try and tear me down On march 6th, 1836 the walls of the Alamo fell to the Mexican army After
you had any sense you'd swallow your foolish pride homey and walk away The other way, oh by the way I fly away back to my four corner room Like my song
some Henny on the rocks I got a whole lot of credit and my pennies is long I put a thizz on my face and bob my head to the song Fall through the door
said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that
Joker's ride, come take a spin on a carny-ride Rude Boy and Chucky, down wit' the clown First time we ever went to Mexican Town I remember, we couldn
a spin on a carny-ride Rude boy and chunky, down wit' the clown, First time we ever went to mexican town. I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they
spin on stage like, blowin' mics, make you sit down From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina Atlanta, Georgia, Florida flowin' down like I'm water Mexican
Ooh, pencil me in It's Fonzarelli the Ballatician in yo' face again Back again, happenin' with my folks and next of kin Asians, Blacks and Mexicans, Caucasian
(hustle) Fuck these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle! [Chorus] [Chingo Bling] Chingo Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff America would shutdown if Mexicans
the beauty that ran Through what you were imagining Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love I was the endless sky And you were my Mexican dove
much! Bye! Ok so now Baby portable rock Pizzicato five! Thank you So much. Before we part Please listen To our latest Song! Tis called Baby portable