Mi casa su casa partna "my partnas get stupid guallas" Coca, coca, coca cola "Yayo bought me everythang" Yulla, yulla, baking soda "cocaine is my girlfriend" Boila, boila, boilin water "damn I gotta forced game" Snorta, snorta make an offer "no prob' I

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

Yo conozco ese lugar donde revientan las estrellas, Yo conozco la escalera en espiral hacia la cúpula. Los rayos X no penetran Los oscuros vidrios de una limousine. Te rescataré, te rescataré. Los guardianes pierden el honor mientras desfilan. Hay tanto

J´aime Paris au mois de mai Il me plaît à me promener Quand les bourgeons renaissent Qu´une nouvelle jeunesse S´empare de la vieille cité Qui se met à rayonner Quand l´hiver le délaisse Que le soleil caresse Ses vieux toits à peine éveillés

Et je sens que je tombe On est bien peu de choses Et mon amie la rose me l'a dit ce matin M'a fait courber la tête 'A l'aurore je suis née, baptisée de rosée Je me suis épanouie Heureuse et amoureuse Au rayon du soleil Je me suis fermée la nuit

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

La que más brilla La que me ha dado lo mejor que hay en mi vida Porque eres tú la que me siente La que me goza Pero eres tú la preferida La que se enciende con el roce de mi boca Que fue Mayomi la que me llevó a su coche Que fue Mariana la que me dejó en

Ayo, ayo, ayo Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto, ghetto Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto Yeah, let me holla at you real quick I'm gonna bring y'all back to the good old, good old days You feel me? Some of that Good old, good old, good old

Days turn blue to gray Self-destruction Make him function Crayons and clay Your self-destruction Thou have fathered Son and daughter

Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just