Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child Me and my girlfriend, doin'

To come home She`s just a ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home She`s a ghetto woman, waitin for her man to come home Oh poor ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home A rat run cross the floor, a roach turn up the wall Everything is noisy

Y yo no necesito discusiones No quiero saber de mal de amores Se acabaron todas las falsas ilusiones No existes ya, te fuiste ya Cómo pretendes volver y que caiga de nuevo Cuando ni una palabra te creo No quiero de tus enredos No llames más, no hay

Y así es que tú me pagas todo el amor que te di Tantas promesas que dejaste sin cumplir Sólo son recuerdos cuando dejan de existir, oh oh Si cuando camino yo te veo en todas partes No resisto estas emociones (eh, eh eh eh) Me encantaba verte reír Amé

Esta noche, esta noche, tú va’ ser mía Tú fuma’, yo fumo, fumo to’a la noche (To’a la noche) Llama a tu amiga pa’ darle a las dos Sé que quieres, sé que quieres, hacerlo bien rico Tú fuma’, yo fumo, fumo to’a la noche Llama a tu amiga pa’ darle a las dos

Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this Right around the way from me Crucial Conflict, Kelly, and Rockland, collabo' Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo' Funny faces is all I see At my place,

Y tú quisieras repetir Lo que hicimos antes Mami, si yo sé que te acuerdas de mí Dime, mami, si yo sé que te acuerdas de mí Dime, mami, uh Mami, uh, lalalalala Yo sé lo que has salido a buscar Perdámonos en la oscuridad

"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Why oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Super chicken At night I see your light through my

Nobody's gonna hurt you Nobody's gonna do this for you What you say? What you say? Can I keep us locked in my room I was running through the meadows Through the meadows with my ghetto boy I've been waiting in the corners for you Come on, baby, lift your

(Everything has got to get better) Yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Whoa ho oh oh oh My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played