ترجمه: لاتین رویاها. Quiereme انجمن.
endless tears Mama, I got your letter today The next time that you write I'll be transferred far away I'm leaving Greenhaven's Towers of stone Where the Latin
"And now, And now, And now! Comes my favorite part. This is the part where I get to expose myself, to... Cleveland. All my hopes, fears, dreams and desires
off a stink Then smells her perfume in his eyes And her voice was like a bell Outside the street were steaming the crack Dealers were dreaming Of an
from the floor to the bed From the bed to the kitchen Coffee with no cream, that's like a rock with no fiend Martin Luther King with no dream John Lennon
that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin
, hits from the bong Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it wit' Chong Just like Cheech and Chong frontin' with 'ice cream' Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream
on relax mode Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin' me Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin' ass She a perfect ten in my wildest dreams Dawn Aiyyo
the world like looking through a foggy window See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams
damn near morning Check it out From shootouts at block parties, from God bodies That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin
He ruled the golden silent screen He haunted millions in their dreams His memory lives on till today Some even say that he was lonely So listen to my
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
is the vet Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin' that I'm just the best, puttin' all violence to rest Between Latin Kings, the blood
can't forget [Chorus] (Verse 2: Queen Latifah) I used to work at Burger King but after takin orders I used to take the path to Latin Quarters across
? It's been a long, long time Since we went dancing in the schoolyard, With your breasts like bleeding limes Jody, are you still hanging with that latin
from the street The sound of people moving to that Latin beat Now this ain't Puerto Rico, this is London E18 Everybody's welcome to my own dream Everybody
why cant you reach me? Oh no (something) Why cant you make me? Why cant you break me? Now preacher why cant you preach me? Gotta know.. oh no no Latin
