Letras:
Juan Shows

De-Deja Deja) Plan B! (Su Media Hermana Juana) Pina Records! (Es Loca ?e La Cabeza) (Juana Baila, Fuma, Besa) Don! (El Dembow Prende A Mary Y Juana) El

unless you feelin the whole move Like a bomb, gonna blow, I'm killin the whole room Still no real souls, heal those through real shows Broken, how your

el charlatan ta ready pa pillarte en el ratan pegarle tan tan tan azotarle tan tan y hacerle viste bambalan tu le heche y yo soy su don juan el que primer

: [Juan Gotti talking] What's some matter wit'chu? You think I'm fucking crazy? [x2] Vivir for la Raza [Juan Gotti] Homeboy, get your head right. No

Die, Gimme The Loot Gimme The Loot Pit'll pull your skirt up, bend ya over, make ya touch ya boots Pull ya hair til your highlights Show they hoots [

more time, check it Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one Sippin on booze in the House of

losing my edge. I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London. But I was there. I was there in 1968. I was there at the first Can show

wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black Parked in front the studio Bastard's recorded at Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel Sydney, Lionel, Juan

: [Music: Juan Partida Lyrics: Lorenzo Partida] Fog and desolation I walk Towards eternity Under a sky without stars You will... drive me You... my