had a lighter I had a flame, but she had a fire I was bright, but she was much brighter I was high, but she was the sky Oh baby, I was bound for Mexico
a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky, Oh, Baby, I was bound, For Mexico
Tradução: Torta. Mexico.
had a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky, Oh, Baby, I was bound, For Mexico
: duet with Jimmy Buffett (Jimmy Buffett) Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string
hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses Yo I'm gettin head from the Mexican dime bitches Them
gave me coffee and tortillas to console my head, prepared the slippers on my feet before she made our bed, and blew the candles, from my favorite cake
mexico seduce me It goes to my head so carefully Memories of candles and incense And all of these things remember these? She comforts me when the candles blow out The cake
world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico, I figure there
in they own mind [Raekwon] Pass the weed off man [*inhale*] [Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican
buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry
m going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in [Chorus: T-Streets] I be getting cake then Watching for
R&R rock n roll guitar layin on the gas of a super fast car. Just about as good as a check in the mail, or a midnight break from a Mexican jail, A Honky
'all is, bringing my fingerprints Up in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch out Ask her if she seen my face Right, look, I was out of town getting cake
herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty
the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo, nigga moved his family talk [Incomprehensible] Mexico
In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil
