had a lighter I had a flame, but she had a fire I was bright, but she was much brighter I was high, but she was the sky Oh baby, I was bound for Mexico
a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky, Oh, Baby, I was bound, For Mexico
Vertaling: Koek. Mexico.
had a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky, Oh, Baby, I was bound, For Mexico
'all is, bringing my fingerprints Up in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch out Ask her if she seen my face Right, look, I was out of town getting cake
herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty
the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo, nigga moved his family talk [Incomprehensible] Mexico
In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil
, H-Town, the city of dope Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in - T-Streets (Chorus) I be getting cake then Watching for the
, I must confessing Playas try to get that checking, hoopa hickeys on yo' necking In that jail, I can't be staying and my Gs, you can't be caking Child
common buck-a-roos born of the human race No, sir, these Cowboys came from space Their shootin' irons shot laser light and their spurs was anodized Bandanas caked
da ya da ya da Ya da ya da ya da ya da Cancun Ya day yeah I saw them all I saw them all I saw them all Con leche On my vacation Ooooooo In mexico I saw
Hell Rell: This for all my niggaz buyin' birds man It's kilo talk for the hustlers Mexico, Columbia, Peru Holla at me man Ruger Hook: Nigga come see
baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico
m going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in [T-Streets - Chorus:] I be getting cake then Watching for
's the things that we do) And then there's the things we wanna do I wanna kiss some guy that I don't know Buy a one way ticket down to Mexico Para sail
behind Sit out under a Willow tree an' think Head south, are you listenin'? You don't know what you're missin' From Virgina shores to the Gulf of Mexico
