all goes out the window when I try to do it myself If you never tell a lie to her You don't have to remember anything But it all goes out the window
Tradução: Las calles. Todos va por la ventana.
in her face That you aren't telling tales to her. If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when
your mother One of your grandparents, even your baby brother Cause everybody knows, everybody goes I want them in coffins, everybody's closed Related by the streets
twin desert eagles, nigga suck on these I got that CEO flow, yeah my bars are sweet Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out
goes out to all you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out
I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all about
war, I don't care if it brings every picked out of the class and gets every brown skin savage beaten out on the street [Brujo:] Que dice? [Mexicano:]
the bush when you see me drivin' By Hanging out the window With my magnum taking out some putos Acting kind of loco I'm just another local Kid from the street
in the jungle running with the animals howling at the sign of the spotlight oh Those dreams are made of glass you throw just one stone and then there goes your last window
and no really understand For de reason why me take me law, in me own, hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King De gun goes - click, me gun goes
: Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold Look over there! Where? There's a lady
my Baker Street Ruse. Couldn't shake her with my Baker Street Bruise. Like to take her but I'm just a Baker Street Muse. Ale-spew, puddle-brew boys,
the door Another man reached out his hand Another hand reached out for more And I filled it full of silver And I left the fingers counting And the sky goes
fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes
I grab my gat out the glove Now, do these fools got a problem with me? Or do they got love? So when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see
not there it's everywhere It ain't a lot But it's all you got It ain't a lot But it's all you got On a street late at night time Nothing matters if there
to help the people. Get the drugs to the street all right, tryin' to help the people. Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and