I done been around tha world And everywhere be tha same song Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin
this right here yo' song Purple bottoms on, you can smell it on my clothes And a man up in my switcher, 'bout to take one to the dogs I'm gone, in another song
get it? The old fashioned way, I just spit it I'm pimpish, I never let hoes pimp me I let one bitch get me, and instantly She dipped to Mexico, I'm
A couple of week ago My wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there We brought her back with us Now she lives with us In Our
, ?I have a dream?, speech a lot But no where is it manifested but in hip hop While them other cats be lookin' for a radio song I'm in Washington Heights
cuz I ain't no devil for real I'm a rebel for real that Tech N9ne is on some other level for real You're a pebble to real niggas songs like Psycho Bitch
to get to you (Scent of an angel) I keep your picture on my dash just to get me through (Scent of an angel) Reminds me of those crazy nights down in Mexico
reef, but some of us smoke from the time we wake up too the time we go to sleep. I'm on my way back from New Mexico on my 7th tank of petro, in my new
the news at five Roundin hundreds, pullin kickdoes, I'm poppin' no does I can't sleep unless I make it across the border Mexico, Cancoon, hope I make
the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When
I bought this rhinestone suit in California These boots came all the way from Mexico This Cadillac ain't nothin' son, you ought to see the Greyhound I
still I find there's such a mystery In the song that I don't understand My mind is down there somewhere As I fly above the badlands of New Mexico I
In his thoughtful transmission, the words lost sentence remain Sing his song, sing his song loud Structure, will you be the engineer? Where's your song
But also from yourself, stealth you must be from your mental Tomorrow's a big day, you gotta cross the border Hide out in Mexico for three months and
harm a child But sing to his mandolin He sang the old songs, the old talk And the dealin? of our games Spanish Johnny seldom spoke But sang songs
of Laredo Got my mind on the border of Mexico Gonna stop for a tank off To go at a place called a Purple Sombrero Got my mind on the border of Mexico
tradition. he soon became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the rich. he was therefore able to retire at an early age The land we all dream about, sunny mexico
I tore down every prayer that she could say, boys And I ain?t comin? back here anymore I wanna find me a lady fair and tender Wanna play her song on