the car So I can ride to the rhythm of the guitar I hear the music I'm prepared to follow The body overcomes the city of El Dorado Mexican City that'
Broad... (peli roja, protegido por monos) Mentone, Yucaipa The name is MC Cracker D. The singer in this band. (listen up) Thats Cracker with a C
me Free fever got me and I had to go I never seen that woman no more New York City is a place I've been I was there one time with a travelin' band Young
mexican pope for consolation. the rejected mexican pope responds by attempting anal intercourse. meanwhile...) Fz: Undaunted, the band plays on
ov art mane I'll crush yoor ice game Thousand dolla's lite mane Need to rob a dice game Tatted like a white mane Party like a rock band Tha so
me want to be with you 'Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you Soldier boys, where y'all at? Soldier girls, where y'all at? Girl on the flo', like she doin' that Mexican
He sees her at the same time every night At the Mexican discotheque She gives him French kisses He gives her French cigarettes They sit at the same table
did the meadowlands become a place for Mexicans? Go back to Home Depot become one of their hired hands I got plans to take away your gold waist bands
low down and out of key Reno just howled at the moon Somewhere outside Kansas City on the highway that leads to Cheyenne The radio quit on a song by a Mexican band
que elijas. Mexico lindo y bandido si muero lejos de ti. Que le paguen a un coyote y que me devuelvan aqui, Mexico lindo y bandido si muero lejos de
Pack my bags Don't be too slow I should have quit you baby A long time ago Left you flat And split for Mexico Don't try to stop me Child, you'
people like our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, from 7 (actually 6 1/2) crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band with a mic in my hand who
[Verse 1] Ay Yo I March To The Mic With My Hands Out Set And Stand Out Cut The Band Out And Let My Hype Man Out Take The Mic Stand Now Excite Hands Down
It was a birthday gift of a Mexican Telecaster And from this day on I will play along to all my young pioneers records And there will be a poetry spoken
No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan Orientals, Mexicans No guns, no bombs, national front No greed, no hate, no government No smog, no filth, no factories
at the moon Somwhere outside Kansas City On the highway that leads to Cheyenne The radio quit on a song by a Mexican band I guess we were lost in thoughts
Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas. Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans, An' we was....what's that