Tu me prometiste una guaracha, para yo animar mi fiesta Y me prometiste una maraca, oye, de un iguano y fruta seca vaya uste a ve Coro: ?Donde esta
Dicen que las flores no dejaban de cantar tu nombre, tu nombre carino Que las olas de los mares te hicieron un char de espuma de nubes y lirios Y la
Amores como los tuyos ya no aparecen lo busco en los cafetales y en el camino en agua de manantiales en un mar de pino amores como los tuyos no no
mi Senor Rey de reyes Y yo a ti te canto un son! Pa' que me bendigas, de noche y de dia! (Santo mi son!) Pa' que me bendigas Pa' que me bendigas, de
I belong to a world to a race I practice unconscious cannibalism and the punishment as well As a human i thirst all the wealth,all the gold, All the
Soy un rancherito y me dedico a los pollo y me encanta cocinarlos al marron primero platico un rato y despues los lavo pero antes les quito las plumas
Los vientos de mal humor Amor, no puedo pensar Tengo en el alma un desierto Lo tengo que atravesar Encontrar un pozo negro Y en sus aguas escuchar El dulce son
Dormido entre la hierba ya sonaba con tus manos cuando bailaba entre las tumbas sentia tu mirada y aunque a mi no me crean percibia tu estado cuando
you just think your bishop, the Don Juan. But if you think that your fucken with me, homie your on one. I'm cockin my head back like "hey lover, come on son
your books Matter of fact, let me take you somewhere Vibe with me, c'mon [Jay-Z] Now me and my lil' mama, Kita and Tata Juan and Dez out in San
Spain El sadismo de una salvaje humillacion Sangrientas tradiciones son aberraciones a la moral disfrazar de cultura la irracionalidad Sangrientas tradiciones son
complain Pass Hell pain, but no Coumbaya Now I Boomshaka-laka-laka Boo-ah-ah I got the good life, no strife, real nice An I'm a papa my son Trey haha
Pass Hell pain, but no Coumbaya Now I Boomshaka-laka-laka Boo-ah-ah I got the good life, no strife, real nice An I'm a papa my son Trey haha An when
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator Wrote the
[Dedicated In Hate To Pope John Paul II] (Do you think) what the church does is right? Their deeds are the way to the light? But the church does profit
She can account for all of the men in her past Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have She knew their backgrounds, family and friends
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in By mom Kathleen on January 14 1979 I entered the scene lookin'
Hey, Soundman turn me up man let it surround them Right here right now It?s up to him to mix me in with my vocal blend from start to end No party crashin