see it's late again been there done that now we are back yes it's true we'll go again for sure it's nice we said hello but now we're leaving mexico
no see it's late again been there done that now we are back yes it's true we'll go again for sure it's nice we said hello but now we're leaving mexico
Like this come home And smoke a spliff in the benz With Swift Chorus(2 Times) Xzibit: I'm fucked up J-Ro J-Ro: Yo i'm fucked up to Lookin' at these
hustler, about the Sixteen Crucified Saviors Chrishna of India was Black, Quexalcote of Mexico, Black Buddha was Black, actual facts But niggaz only wanna know about money, pussy, and crack
time to roll I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank my uncle was a balla from around the way so I had the hook up whole keys I cooked up now
Strapped for what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you
I clown from Brew-York down to Mi-ti-ami I soak up game like a shammy, understand me? I'm fucked up J-Ro Yo I'm fucked up to lookin' at these bitches
To come alive Well, I feel the wind blow from the storm down in Mexico Gasoline for another hundred miles I cross the river and leave my shoes up on
what you please Nobody's up for just shootin' the breeze It's a lonely feeling, it's like a disease It's a lonely feeling, you pray that it leaves
] Bounce nigga (bounce nigga) [D] Just putcha pistols up, pistols up! [K] Bounce nigga [D] Bounce nigga! [K] Putcha pistols up [D] Pistols up! [K] Wassup
get locked up ?no habla ingles? they say nothin for real. Eses in Mexico City live right outside of the city tell ?em I got up to 50 jus know they comin
you please But nobody's up for just shootin' the breeze It's a lonely feeling, it's like a disease It's a lonely feeling, you pray that it leaves It
blew His fuckin' brains on the wall grabbed the caine, fuck the broads Tried to leave out the hotel room and seen the laws pull up 'Freeze put your hands up
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
s in heaven he's in hell the slums of New Mexico we pull in late at night no blanket on the bed and a cracked window I'm fully dressed and I'm awake
this is that G-Shit! Not-not that R'n'B shit! Yeah! My-my my niggas need this! {DAMN! } [kids ovation] It's 2 G's Up! {COME ON! } [Verse:] Put my back
this come home And smoke a spliff in the benz With Swift Chorus(2 Times) Xzibit: I'm fucked up J-Ro J-Ro: Yo i'm fucked up to Lookin' at these bitches
