This is a pinchi muy muy trendy one.... . Sitting in my room surrounded by tequila. My homeboys all have left, my head is muy caliente. Its already manana, but piece of la noche are stuck inside my head.
Scarecrow, weathered and weary. Fragile and old beyond his years. Here we are chosen. In your eyes, the truth lies frozen. . Soldier in the city heat.
took a trip on the way to tijuana. i used to make a living. selling marijuana. now i'm hiding from the d.a. hey that's the life ese. . baby, baby. make me loco.
Ok, wanna settle down over there?. Hold the music there, hold it.... I've been asked by the Transfers to come out here and talk to you. I'm the raging Freddy Morris, I've been around a long time..
AYEEE!. . i believe i told the story just the other day. said you better be good and you better pray. believe me mijo when i tell you why. if you're not a good boy.
Echoes of the Oldies,. comin' thru my barrio walls.. They're throwin' him a goodbye party,. but he's sittin' there all alone.. Someone's humping in my bedroom,.
Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it. We are ready to show you some blowin'. A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun. Four brothers who are blowin' our horns.
My homeboy is a joto and he's outta control [4x]. . Homeboy is a joto and he's outta control. He's got verga on the brain, he's outta control. My homeboy is a joto and he's outta control.
When traveling abroad in the continental style. It's my belief one must attempt to be discreet. And subsequently bear in mind your transient position.
Mommy's little cholo dropped out of school. Drinking 40 ouncers and smoking a dozen bowls. He loves to go out cruising with his homeboys. He loves to go out and make some noise.
Come all ye fair and tender ladies. Take warning how you board young men. They're like a star on summer mornin'. They'll thirst a fear and then they're gone.
mama don't want me hanging out late with the homies. an papi don't want me cruisin' through silver lake. my brother thinks he's pinche ceaser chavez. an my sister thinks she is pinche j-lo.
Saints and sinners, come one, come all. (Have a little revival). Losers, winners, answer my call. 'Cause right now the tent's up. (Really it is). . The word's out.
(A. Vandenberg). Another day, another night, they just fade away. I can't seem to read the signs, might have lost my way. I might have lost my way. Looking through the clouds of grey, I can see their hands.
[Bloodstains/Amoeba/Wild In The Streets/Pushin To Hard]. . Things can't get much worse for me. sometimes I'd rather die. there's a fire in my *culo. and a teardrop in my eye.
Hear that whistle it's 10 o'clock. (Don't let go, don't let go). Come on baby it's time to rock. (Don't let go, don't let go). . I'm so glad I've got you here.
(A. Vandenberg). There are times you're flyin', there are times you burn. Sometimes you feel like dyin', there's so much to learn, now baby. You tell me that you suffer, tell me that you're sad.
Orale* my compa* just got out of the pinta*. think he might have turned into a joto*. stuck a snickers under my pillow. ay, yay, yay, yay...get your manos* out my culo*.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. And miss it each night and day. I know I'm not wrong the feeling's gettin' stronger. The longer, I stay away.
(music: A. Vandenberg, lyrics: R. Young). You're pushin' me out to the edge, you're winding me up 'till I see red. Don't even care just what you say. No grace, no taste, and even worse, you're in my face - yeah yeah.