Si se da, si se da (si se da) Dejemos que decida la noche Que casi nadie la soporte No quiero que te eches Para atrás (para atrás) Una si es la que yo quiero Que sea la envidia de las demás Que sea su guille Se lo da, da da da

On the highway, thirty people lost their lives. In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on. For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone. In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name. On the highway, thirty people turned to stone. Well, I had some

You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the south We'll take to the yard like a cock fight For kicks, who's struttin' now? Huff men don't take no nonsense He's here to rectify He's got his black belt buckle And the red mans fire in his eyes

Everything shines, Hey, come this May, We'll be running in the sun again, your time will come. You're just a young broken heart. Been out sleepin' in the yard, how could you be so dumb? All we losers stand in line just waiting for our time. Broken angel

Ay déjame explorar tu cuerpo adentro Y veras que te caliento Y recordar los viejos tiempos Haciéndolo bien lento Pa' besarte, pa' tocarte Pa' desnudarte, y acariciarte Make it to the crib baby no photo Gettin' money fast while the coupes slowmo All in

Can't you see, ya all I wear my socks up to my knees They still make a motel out of me They come when hot and muggy They won't eat you alive, Hear me beg ya all It's so unfair, can't you see Leave me alone little chiggers Can't you see, oh

Don't think I could forgive you Ya, you never said a word You didn't send me no letter See, our world is slowly dying I'm not wasting no more time Don't think I could believe you Ya, our hands will get more wrinkled And our hair, it will be grey And see

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Get the vibe it's gonna be lit tonight Don't be shy, take control of me And I would not lie or play you Gyal we never miss, gyal we never miss Feels how we do it Feel your eyes, they're all over me Hypnotized, pull another one It's alright, I know what

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the