I've got a criminal mind Oh, oh, oh C'mon, what? What? What? What? uh, uh These days, I wonder if crime pays Blinded by criminal minded ways Smokin'
Criminales de raíces Devastaron la cultura. Acosados nuestros indios Murieron al luchar. Criminales de raíces. Nos arrasaron de nuestras
Criminales de raices devastaron la cultura. Acosados nuestros indios murieron al luchar. Criminales de raices. No arrasaron de nuestras tierras esclavizando
Criminales de races devastaron la cultura. Acosados nuestros indios murieron al luchar. Criminales de races. No arrasaron de nuestras tierras esclavizando
Somebody alert the authorities, I got criminal intent Conspiracy to engage in lewd and indecent acts and events I'mma wind it, grind it, oh my, I'mma
What you wanna come back here for? Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin 'Cause then you'll begin
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks Boy you better look out, you're gonna get hooked Don't you ever feel guilty when you come up short Man
Westside, Westside Say, hoe, I got way more dick Than them niggas who be rollin' you Lexos No punk ass Versace gear Just the nigga with the triple 1
Havin fun livin in a life of crime, Runnin on luck runnin out of time, Your gonna make news in the evening papers, Cause a crack shot angle just foiled
When the worlds/words???? Harder work???? All the things we were fighting for just for you ??? I want to shake you and make you believe Sooner or later
they made him a criminal yeah that's what he am he didn't really want to be desperado of man he tried to turn the nation you seen him on every station
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks And boy, you better look out or you're gonna get hooked Oh, don't you ever feel guilty when you come up
There's a price war at the cut throat drugstore More than a little guy could ever afford No over the counter cures for the non prescription blues More
I woke up today On a hospital bed And the white coats say "You were next to dead" But you're the perfect criminal And so we gave you life You're the
i'm no poor storyteller just a poverish soothsayer you can smack me into shape if you like or we could talk all night if jesus was born in a race of
The way the light hits the room The way I am unable to protect you Oh I'm running away I will never forgive myself For running away from you He came
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today. [Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit. [Girl] I dont know. It looks like another letter from
