Holding on to you like broken glass Every touch cuts deeper than the last I know I should leave But it feels so good to bleed Poison kisses lock us in
Ay Caribe la tierra de mi gente hermosa (Armada Latina) Cielo y sol, me acompanan donde quiera (Mi fama in prada) Hermanito la lucha recien empieza (Hermano
She stands Watching for his car in the drive Wondering if he'll ever arrive And he won't And she's cold Colder than the rain on the glass Hoping that
Well it's up to you what you really want to do - take time - to find a way Focus on your vision you're on a secret mission Ignore what the masses say
I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker A lost soul, outta control, in danger Didn't have a care in the world, my feelings were numb Never showin' emotion
I'mma do my thing, let me tell you right now 'Cause I don't know any other way of livin' my life now Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in
[B-Real] Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood who's up to no good, and wishes a man would come up and give him a reason to blast on.. I wouldn't put
came back to life, for your protection back the dead of resurrection we came to change the whole completion take this game a new direction last stop
I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine See me on the screen, fuckers
[Intro] Chong: Hey man! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man,
Ole Buddah coming at your life Direct with the biggest fattest joint Coming in with indo flavors From Buddha, comin' at you like this in '95 It's Friday
Do you want to get high? (YEAH ! ....) Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Rise Up Title: Pass The Dutch Edited by: Buck (Put it in the air...) Pass the joint
Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul
I'm on a rampage Ripping up the damn stage Full time ____ killer Some say renegade Part time psycho Sipping on lemonade Don't won't trouble But I give
Somethin' threw me, in the dirt Kinda got my, feelings hurt Weed was burnin' somewhere down the wind I had to get up and climb that hill again Little
So I wrote it all in a letter But I don't know if it came The nurse, she likes my writings So she keeps it just like me So that it won't get away I won
You can hear it comin' Like a train out of control Surely leaves you wonderin' Exactly where your ticket goes You scream to the conductor But he's been
Standing alone in a mystery Standing alone in misery The start of the war, it's the first to die So on my own, in not the place to be First, I see visions