had a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky, Oh, Baby, I was bound, For Mexico
had a lighter I had a flame, but she had a fire I was bright, but she was much brighter I was high, but she was the sky Oh baby, I was bound for Mexico
a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky, Oh, Baby, I was bound, For Mexico
Traduzione: Cake. Messico.
'all is, bringing my fingerprints Up in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch out Ask her if she seen my face Right: Look- I was out of town getting cake
again Ain't nothin changed it's still the same, ain't no smilin friend I remember eighty-seven eighty-eight I was the only one gettin weight from upstate Gettin cake
of dope Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the boat Don't get me wrong, some fly and some float My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
thought I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ?? Mexico
world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico, I figure there
liquor store turned out the lights, left the motor runnin? opened up the door, I flashed a grin and said, Jack this is gonna be a piece of cake, later
let the speakers blow In the, Escalade, then escapade, like Janet, to the car show Pump the breaks, take first place, smile, then collect the cake Dall
mexico seduce me It goes to my head so carefully Memories of candles and incense And all of these things remember these? She comforts me when the candles blow out The cake
m going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in [Chorus: T-Streets] I be getting cake then Watching for
she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna
'all is, bringing my fingerprints Up in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch out Ask her if she seen my face Right, look, I was out of town getting cake
herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty
the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo, nigga moved his family talk [Incomprehensible] Mexico
In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil
