Übersetzung: Latin All Stars. The Last Goodbye (El Ultimo Adios).
Übersetzung: Latin All Stars. El Ultimo Adios.
he got it goin on To my Uptown crew, my nephew Hasi Boom on the tapes and all that To all the Uptown DJ's Ron G and Kid Capri and all of them for makin
Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore Chasin' all them
paper and invade all the illest niggas Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin' Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho All niggas eatin' (WOAH! *echoes
where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all
time has done Jody, all the lay-down promises They were just a trading of scars But I remember the wild nights; Hey, we changed mountains into stars
relief Finely plucked eyebrows and skin of satin Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin Olympic body on dancing feet Perfume thickening the air like heat A transient star
when I'm all swoll Shock, Kim, when I'm all swoll My baby sister. when I'm all swoll Hostan, when I'm all swoll Ill-Town, when I all swoll Jill-Town,
first floor Diversified all my circle Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness Numero uno, annuit coeptis That's the language of our Latin ancestors
gun Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his race nation or creed? Is he arabic, black, latin
Cause you lead me on To the point of no return My secret love La la-la la-la la-la la-la la La la-la la-la la-la la la la la Underneath the moonlight I imagine his kiss All of my dreams Start
the oeuvre of Mr. Rob Schneider And there's "Gilligan" and "SpongeBob", plus there's "MacGyver" And Jay Leno has got Madonna, hey there's Luke Perry on a Special all Pig-Latin
bolero, and goodbye Salsa rumbles rafters in a chop shop filled with cars Custom shopped and channeled with a drag race in their stars City of angels, be all
fog dog, the light is your guide And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin
on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shoreChasin' all
