ya yo me canse de tanto que la espere no volvere tu eres bandida... tu eres bandida..... yo te vere llorando cuando veas mi partida tu eres bandida... tu eres bandida
the whole damn planet I'm a smoke by myself if I can't get a fader But I won't roll shit without a Garcia Vega (Vega, Vega, Vega, Vega) [Chorus]
que lindo Paris Latino Josephine blanche, robe rouge et noire Danse avec le reflet du miroir Arrive direct from Mexico, Don Diego de La Vega Z comme
que suenan con ser chica Almodovar, Bardem y Banderas dos guaperas, un galan fue Humphrey Bogart. Me cole en tu hogar como una banda del este, tu tiempo
still strung out over you Tell 'em anything you want to Just don't tell 'em all the truth Yeah, don't tell 'em all the truth Tell 'em all I'm out in Vegas
to get even... I spent a 100 in vegas i broke even Casino askes is that all for this evenin.. First 100 I pack my plug i couldnt believe.. Louie bag full of bands
didn't know there were people out there with cosiousness so low my god, we were hanging out with this band, whats his names band, Oh fabulous band i
kind of Vegas dream Spotlights flashed on a silver cape And a blue-haired lady screamed He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was fronting a three-piece band
up sipping java strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised as the band
[intro skit for first 43 seconds] [Royce Da 5'9" + (Blade)] Yeah, yeah When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks Mami drop them tops 'fore
world's greatest expert on electricity Must devise the destruction of starks' mighty guardian, Ironman Yo, summer time holdin' the 9, split the Vega
, because I'm his son I could make these execs pay what they weigh, I'm talking tons Then I take that bank to Vegas and blow it, I'm having fun So, why
positions with them cold cats I write raps, make millions like that I like that (hey yeah) really never was a rich man A rubber band full of wrist bands
we got outta town with the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down We were doin' all-nighters cruisin' to a gig in Vegas Don't know
{Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the People's Summer Night Lounge in Downtown, Las Vegas Our house band the Heavy Tones Playing for you this evening a
long Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do Norma Jean, ain't that the song we'd sing in the car Drivin' downtown, top down, makin' the rounds Checking out the bands
part of history, I volunteer with pride Get's that fiddle, get's it blazin' hot Marshall Tucker singin' that Carolina rock Yeah, Hank was born to boogie him and the Bama Band
there square Baking in the sun Beneath the sky, sky, sky, sky They're gonna put it down Right on the strip They're gonna put it down On the Vegas strip
