made Mexico A place where we can lay low Maybe Monterey or Acapulco Anywhere the warm winds blow Don't you know That's why God made Mexico That's why God made, made
made Mexico A place where we can lay low Maybe Monterey or Acapulco Anywhere the warm winds blow Don't you know That's why God made Mexico That's why God made
Перевод: Tim Mcgraw. Вот почему Бог сделал Мексику.
place where we can lay low Maybe Monterey or Acapulco Anywhere the warm winds blow Don't you know That's why God made Mexico That's why God made Made Mexico
give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made
stay low in Mexico Don't it sound so sweet, get a wife and raise a family Start my own limousine company Stay low in Mexico It never snows in Mexico
'll get heated Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar No one saw me made clean getaway That
Threw a handful of ash on the fire Made his way out through the snow To the finest cuisine south of Canada The finest north of Mexico The lady who
found was ten below Courted lady Greensleeves, she threw me out the window I landed like a feather in the trees Took off across New Mexico and landed
it off too long Time to be movin on There's so much that I'd like to see ... You might catch me down in New Mexico
many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico (One-two-three, with a-one-
Did you ever hear the story That happened not long ago? 'Bout the man with a tan El Diablo de Mexico And this man played his hand And he lived by the
I met a shiek from Mozambique Who led me to the Congo He dreamed to go to Mexico And sample a burrito My temperature had risen again It must have been
shake the water out of every nook Oh, Billy Brown Oh, Billy Brown needed a place somewhere to go He found an island off the coast of Mexico Leaving his
And don't start bitchin' 'bout Too Short What the fuck I wanna listen to you fo'? Look at you, you ain't all that successful Them plates ain't made
