latin girl Ooh pretty lady Don't you think it's crazy She's my latin girl Oh she's tryna fight it But she knows she likes it She's my latin girl South
I can't sing no more So, Latin America is hot Latin America is hard you and me are hot dogs you and me are sick fucks Latin America's hot Latin America
The western hemisphere and all inside We know who's murdering the innocent They are children playing with guns They are children playing with countries
and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn) I won't
: Chorus: Sen Dog Eastside L.A. Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah We live this shit We latin-thug type Gat-blasters Weedsmokers Moneyholders, that
name Dawn She ain't the Avon lady but her beauty was strong Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song she must be a special ladyyyyyyyyy
You?re a devil with a heart of stone Once upon a time I thought you were my very own But the truth came bitter to my eyes Latin lover, what a big surprise
It's the murder go round [Violent J] Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary Tags up all on the bricks Latin
to jail. They don?t even want me in jail no more, I?m too old now. They want guys like you. [Chorus] Bloods and Crips, the Netas, Latin Kings, Disciples
I evolved to do the same by using words on a page Wasn't the most popular cat in Curley Sharon or Latin Seaside High school in Cali I started a group
quiero escribirle a tu maldita cancion Estoy cansado de hacer favores Ponte en mis zapatos Este ritmo esta estropeado para el carajo Translation They call me Cabron Coz I dont want to write your damned song
Can we please have a moment of peace? For every G that fell for his flag in the streets Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' Crypin' and creepin', Latin
fall back And who wrote on this track I don't really give a fuck Put the pen down lets toss them up Soul assasins, Latin thugs Whole damn world know about
Ana the city that gave me my pride I kicked it and I chilled with the homies on the Westside Born and raised a baby Latin with my little Latin friends
I whispered in her air Hope it all about Chippers, I'm tryin to kick it after I tip ya Pour ya in my champagne glass and sip ya Tropical, clockin, Latin
Wyclef Jean] Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera' Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle
WILL.I.AM From Delaware to Tennesse to Hawaii From mountain tops We have dreams from sea to shining sea and now here we are FAITH HILL We have come