: (Chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go Slow and low - that is the tempo It's never old school - all brand new So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu
's time to leave the fields Behind us, behind us, behind us In silence, in silence In silence, in silence In silence, in silence In silence
I think you got a low self opinion man I see you standing all by yourself Unable to express the pain of your distress You alienate yourself And everybody
They put the treasure deep inside us Inside us, inside us They thought the desert would divide us Divide us, divide us With silence They filled our hearts
Tradução: Baja. En silencio.
(Chorus) Let it flow - let yourself go Slow and low - that is the tempo It's never old school - all brand new So everybody catch - the bugaloo flu Not
silence They filled our hearts and hands with violence With violence, with violence It's time to leave the fields behind us Behind us, behind us In silence
you're with me on this point, put your hands high in the air Let me hear you say Yeah! Sometimes I'm happy as can be and sometimes feel so low and what
reppin L.A. Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo Sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners Nobody drop nuttin this
low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low
flippin', if ah nigga ain't got my back [Chorus] [Layzie] Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
that's when you lay low, When the po-po roll that's when you lay low, When the po-po roll that's when you lay low [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] Nigga shoulda
minutes, peacefully so slow, I had to think to breath, my heart burst, we moved in silence really slowly away from the world, as we drove a strange silence
Encounters in silence Words elude the freeing night Wish I could fed them But its to hard to tell Her head hangs low In the silence of a room Her head hangs low
: Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is winding low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so
s no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot
my part-time slang on Upon a time for me was no joke though They knew I was crazy, so they labelled me Loco Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low
