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Friday, August 20, 2010

Mexican Girl - Lyrics - Good 2 Go - Elephant Man

Title: Mexican Girl
Album: Good 2 Go
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Paul Crossdale, P Howell, O'Neil Bryan, Trevor James

Lyric:
El hombre senorita tenorita
Ladies, I am here to tell a story
About a lady I met in Mexico, this is my story
Cross in the bottle, you wish to listen
Of El Paso eating a taco, she's been girlfriend, listen

She say I?m a vato, gangsta live is my mato
From the day that I spot tou I know that I got tou
Playing my banjo me and my hombre named Poncho
I would like to get some of your ellegro gato

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is my Mexican girl for the ladies senorita
She is my Mexican girl, a hombre, listen it's not finished

She say I?m a playa, she don?t want no straya
My sweet senorita my tia Mira
I not a heart-breaka, I am a love maka
I?m not from Mexico, I am from Jamaica

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is my Mexican girl, shizzle, dedicate this for all the ladies all over
She is my Mexican girl, ladies shizzle

Every night by my bedside, I pray for the Westside
Including the desert although it?s the dead side
This Mexican woman deserves a good man
To give her affection and know satisfaction

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is my Mexican girl, ladies all over shizzle
She is my Mexican girl, shizzle a hombre

Dedicate this for the ladies
Mexico, the Westside, Eastside, New York, London
How could I forget about Jamaica?

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Latin Girls - Lyrics - Elephunk - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Latin Girls
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): William Adams, Jaime Luis Gomez, Debbie Nova,George Jr Pajon, Allan Pineda

Lyric:
Mira, mira, mira, mira, mira
Mira, mira, mira, mira, mira
Mira, mira, mira, mira, mira
Mira, mira yo quiero

Cuban girls, Cuban girls
(I like 'em)
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls
(Yo quiero)
Mexican girls, Mexican girls
(Yo quiero)

Spanish girls, Spanish girls
(I like 'em)
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin'?

I like Latin, dem Latin women
(I do)
And they love me 'cause I'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine

Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins 'cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta

Yo quiero and I'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero

But I wish you was more like J-Lo
(My love don't cost)
'Cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of Argentine
Girl, you know I know you know what I mean
'Cause I like them

Cuban girls, Cuban girls
(I like 'em)
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls
(Yo quiero)
Mexican girls, Mexican girls
(Yo quiero)

Spanish girls, Spanish girls
(I like 'em)
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
You makin' me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? What's happnin?
(Oh)

Que unda, que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esto es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gustan así
Mira a, mira a, mirame a mi
Espérate, espérate, espérate aquí

We could connect and act humanly
Indulge in animal instincts so we
We could have conversation or
Sexual relation or
We could explore find out more
About things that we done before

Whether it be kinky thoughts
I'm a make your chonies drop
Watch Mr. Shoney rock
I'll rock your sticky spot
Hombre lumbre, gonna make it hot
Ill make your trick drop
They call me cum a lot, I like 'em

Cuban girls, Cuban girls
(I like 'em)
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls
(Yo quiero)

Mexican girls, Mexican girls
(Yo quiero)
Spanish girls, Spanish girls
(I like 'em)

Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?

Ven a mi, el paraiso será para ti, será para ti
Sentirás el fuego dentro de mi ser

(Yo)
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls

Que pasa señorita
You a bronze skin mama
Me llamo Manzano and I wanna take you to Havana
We could get down every day of the semana
Dance to the music and follow the guitarra

Chh chicka, chh clap, chicka chh clap
Chh chicka, chh clap, come on

Dame un momento y lo vuelvo con un beso
Take you to Philippines
Then you don't have to spend a peso

We got connection like a novel to a reader
I can relate cause Latin girls look Philippina
Check your history there's no mystery between us
Destiny made it possible to be us

I know about your culture 'cause it's mixed with mine
We go together well, just like beats and rhymes
And tequilas and limes and Celeste con pine
And I'll say one more time
I like them

Cuban girls, Cuban girls
(I like 'em)
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls
(Yo quiero)

Mexican girls, Mexican girls
(Yo quiero)
Spanish girls, Spanish girls
(I like 'em)

Girls, girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, what's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?

Yeah, I like 'em
Yo quiero
Yo quiero
I like 'em

Dame un poquito más lo que tienes por ahi
Porque contigo yo quiero bailar
Contigo yo quiero bailar un bolero Lord caballero
Dame tiempo, contigo yo quiero
Sabor

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Wurrs My Cash - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Wurrs My Cash
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slacking up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

I'm yo' hustler
(Dig it)
I'm yo' daddy
(Alright)
I'm that clean at a school caddy
(Yes)
I'm yo supplyer
(uh huh)
I'm yo' buyer
(Not good)
I'm that tree in the forest that's on fire
(What am I?)
I'm yo' young pimp
(What else?)
Baby yo' boss
(What else?)
I'm that candy red paint that shine and gloss
(Ya dig?)
I'm yo'supafly
(Ya dig?)
Yo Black Ceaser
(Alright man)
Girl you too shy to speak then take a breather
(Ha, ha)
Can you dig this?
Lick when I piss
(Well alright)

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

See that verco
(Right)
That's for when it's cold
(Brrrb)
Break that white gold, plain gold, got old
(Check it out)
Snake skin shoes
(Hu)
Give yo' friends blues
(Hu)
Step out the car, sharp as a fuckin' auto too
(Ya dig?)
Got tall girls
(Ya dig?)
Into small girls
(Ya dig?)
Latin, Japanese, Black, Mexican all girls
(What is)
Willin' to work for it
(Work for)
Go in they purse for it
(Gimme that)
Down wit' me even if they put in a hearse for it
(Alright)
Got in the dirt for it
(C'mon girl)
Call me Papi and'll pull up they skirt for it
(C'mon girl)

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
(Aah)
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
(Ass)
What is this ma'?
How much?
(Aah)
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass
Hmm
(Ass)

People ask me
(What do they ask?)
Why I'm like this
(What's up?)
See my father and my uncles gave me this shit
(I liked it)
Since I liked it, got down and hiked it
That's why you catch me doing foursomes with dike chicks
They like my style
(What?)
While I like they mouth
(What?)
(Alright)
Even gotta couple o' hookers workin' the south
And on the east
(What if?)
My girls the best
(What if girl?)
Yes in Cali' got ten out on sunset
Pimp of all pimps, young Don Bishop
(Don Bishop)
Got life insurance, trick gon' I won't miss ya'
On the sole of my gators
(Gators)
She can kiss the bitch

Ho, wurrs my cash?
Got his money ho?
You don't have it?
You trip girl
Am I gon' slap you? uh huh
Sling that ass
Sling it for a nigga girl
What is this ma'?
How much?
Is that enough? uh huh
Know ya'll gon' ask
Tell 'em the truth close to move
I am a hustler?
Get yours
Am I pimpin'? uh huh
Ho, move real fast
Don't be slackin' up
You don't like yo' job
So
Do I care ho? uh uh
Sling that ass

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Heroin Girl - Lyrics - Sparkle And Fade - Everclear

Title: Heroin Girl
Album: Sparkle And Fade
Artist: Everclear
Composer(s): Scott Cuthbert, Craig Montoya, Art Alexakis

Lyric:
I used to know a girl
She had two pierced nipples and a black tattoo
We'd drink that Mexican beer
We'd live on Mexican food
Yeah, I wish I could go back
Yes, back in time

Is there used to be the kind of girl that you would never leave, yeah?
She'd do anything to give me what I need for my disease
She'd do anything

I can hear them talkin' in the real world
Yeah but they don't understand
That I'm happy in hell with my heroin girl
Yeah with my heroin girl

Is there used to be the kind of lover, you would never leave, yeah?
She'd do anything to give me what I need for my disease
She'd do anything

I can hear them talkin' in the real world
Yeah but they don't understand
That I am losin' myself in a white-trash hell
Lost inside a heroin girl
Yeah with the heroin girl

They found her out in the fields
About a mile from home
Her face was warm from the sun
But her body was cold
I heard the policeman say
Just another overdose
Just another overdose

Is there used to be the kind of lover, you would never leave, yeah?
She'd do anything to give me what I need for my disease
She'd do anything

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Mexican Joe - Lyrics - Jim Reeves

Title: Mexican Joe
Artist: Jim Reeves
Composer(s): Mitchell Torok

Lyric:
South of the border, hey I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
Don't got no worry, don't got no dough
Everybody's wondering about Mexican Joe

In old Mexico they call him the Rhumba King
Leads all the women around on a string
When they go out they get a million thrills
But the lovely senoritas wind up with the bills

Dancin', romancin', always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

He makes the night spots all along the bay
People want to see him when he comes their way
He spreads so much joy everywhere
He goes everyone shouts Viva la Mexican Joe

He likes to gamble at poker, he's an ace
He's always lucky with the cards at ever face
At winnin' the money, he is sure a whiz
But when they win they don't collect
'Cause they don't know where he is

Dancin', romancin', always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

He don't got no income tax 'cause he don't got no dough
Still he gets along just fine how we'll never know
He's got everything he wants, a girl, a song
If we use his formula we surely can't go wrong

His favorite playground is anywhere there's girls
He's got that something that sets their hearts a whirl
It couldn't be his money 'cause he ain't got a peso
But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so

Dancin', romancin', always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Mexican Joe - Lyrics - Del Reeves

Title: Mexican Joe
Artist: Del Reeves
Composer(s): Mitchell Torok

Lyric:
South of the border, hey, I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
Don't got no worry, don't got no dough
Everybody's a wondering about Mexican Joe

In old Mexico they call him the Rhumba King
Leads all the women around on a string
When they go out they get a million thrills
But the lovely senoritas wind up with the bills

Dancin', romancin', always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

He makes the night spots all along the bay
People want to see him when he comes their way
He spreads so much joy everywhere he goes
Everybody shouts, "Viva la Mexican Joe"

He likes to gamble, at Poker he's an ace
He's always lucky with the cards at ever face
At winnin' the money he is sure a whiz
But when they win they don't collect
'Cause they don't know where he is

Dancin', romancin', always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

He don't got no income tax 'cause he don't got no dough
Still he gets along just fine, how, we'll never know
He's got everything he wants, a girl, a song
If we use his formula, we surely can't go wrong

His favorite playground is anywhere there's girls
He's got that something that sets their hearts a whirl
It couldn't be his money 'cause he ain't got a Peso
But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so

Dancin', romancin', always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

El Paso - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: El Paso
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Marty Robbins

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Lyric:
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa's cantina
The music would play and Felina would whirl

Black as the night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting their spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
As wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved

So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand to the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance, and that was to run

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I found a good one, it looked like it could run
Upon his back and away I did ride just as fast as I could

From the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in life, nothing is left
But it's been so long since I've seen my young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart

And at last here I am on a hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door

Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying to stay in this saddle
I'm growing weary, unable to ride

But my love for Felina is strong though I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss, and Felina goodbye

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

El Paso - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: El Paso
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Marty Robbins

Lyric:
Out in the west Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rose's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl

Black as the night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was strong for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the west Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina, the girl that I love

So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run

Out through the back door of roses I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I picked a good one, it looked like he could run
Up on his back and away I did ride

Just as fast as I could from the west Texas town of El Paso
Out through the badlands of new Mexico
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything is gone in life, nothing is left

But it's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger that my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go, riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart

But at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rose's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me
I've got to make it to Rose's back door

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
It's getting harder to stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary, unable to ride

But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina goodbye

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Paso - Lyrics - Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs - Marty Robbins

Title: Paso
Album: Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs
Artist: Marty Robbins
Composer(s): Marty Robbins

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Lyric:
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain, I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina
The girl that I loved

So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one
It looked like it could run
Up on its back
And away I did ride

Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in lifenothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart

And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary
Unable to ride

But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye

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Monday, August 23, 2010

El Paso (Full-Length Version) - Lyrics - Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs - Marty Robbins

Title: El Paso (Full-Length Version)
Album: Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs
Artist: Marty Robbins
Composer(s): Marty Robbins

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Lyric:
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain, I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina
The girl that I loved

So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one
It looked like it could run
Up on its back
And away I did ride

Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in lifenothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart

And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary
Unable to ride

But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye

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El Paso - Lyrics - Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs - Marty Robbins

Title: El Paso
Album: Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs
Artist: Marty Robbins
Composer(s): Marty Robbins

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Lyric:
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain, I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina
The girl that I loved

So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run

Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one
It looked like it could run
Up on its back
And away I did ride

Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico

Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in lifenothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart

And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Felina I go

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary
Unable to ride

But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Four Winds - Lyrics - Four Winds - Bright Eyes

Title: Four Winds
Album: Four Winds
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed, she caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds, cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
With four winds, leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Kkk Bitch - Lyrics - Cop Killer - Body Count

Title: Kkk Bitch
Album: Cop Killer
Artist: Body Count
Composer(s): Ernie Cunningham, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house
Right about now, I wanna tell you a little love story
You know what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story
Check out the lyrics, you know, I'm a tell you 'bout what happened
When we went down south last year on tour

Out on tour, yo, I been all around the world
Went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl
Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs
The kinda girl that would knock out most guys

She got wild in the backstage bathroom
Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum
Said, "I love you, but my daddy don't play
He's the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK"

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

You know what I'm sayin', so we was down south fallin' in love
You know D-Roc had this Nazi girl
My man, mooseman had a skinhead
I fell in love with Tipper Gore's two twelve year old nieces
It was wild, you know what I'm sayin', it got even worse, you know

So one night they took us to a meetin'
White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin'
There was Skinheads, Nazi's and crazies
Talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies

They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans
Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians
We had our hoods on, we were slick
She pushed her butt up hard against my dick

Then her daddy jumped on the stage
Talkin' 'bout killin' in a Goddamn rage
I got mad, my dick got hard
Entered in her ass, she said, "Oh my God"

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, I love her when she sucks me though

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves everybody
We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls
It really don't matter, if you from Mars, and you got a pussy
We will fuck you, you know, that's all we're sayin', word

So every year when Body Count comes around
We throw orgy in every little Southern town
KKK's, Skinheads, and Nazi girls break their necks
To get to the party, it ain't like their men can't nut
Their dick's too little and they just can't fuck

So we get buck wild with the white freaks
We show them how to really work the white sheets
I know her daddy'll really be after me
When his grandson's named little Ice-T

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she love me when she sucks me though

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Mexican Wrestler - Lyrics - Unfabulous And More: Emma Roberts - Emma Roberts

Title: Mexican Wrestler
Album: Unfabulous And More: Emma Roberts
Artist: Emma Roberts
Composer(s): Robin Eaton, Jill Sobule

Lyric:
Sometimes I wish that I was an angel
A fallen angel who visits your dreams
And in those dreams I'd blow you a message
That says, you really want me

Sometimes I wish that I was a wrestler
A Mexican wrestler in a red vinyl mask
And I might grab you and body slam you
And maybe cause physical harm

But when we would land
I might take pity on you
I can crack all your ribs
But I can't break your heart

You will never love me
And that's I can't forgive
That you will never love me
As long as I will live

Sometimes I wish that I was a beauty
A beautiful girl, the popular one
And I'd turn your head and your friends would love me
And I could afford to play hard to get

We'd go to parties
And you'd show me off
Then I'd go out
With your best friend

You will never love me
And this I can't forgive
And it will always bug me
As long as I will live

You will never love me
Why should I even care
It's not that you're so special
You're just the cross I bear

(You will never love me)
You will never love me
(And this I can't forgive)
And this I can't forgive
(You will never love me)
And it will always bug me
(And this I can't forgive)
As long as I will live

(You will never love me)
You will never love me
And this I can't forgive
And it will always bug me
As long as I will live

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Mexican Hardcore - Lyrics - Never Seen the Light of Day - Mando Diao

Title: Mexican Hardcore
Album: Never Seen the Light of Day
Artist: Mando Diao
Composer(s): Bjorn Dixgard, Gustaf Noren

Lyric:
Went to New Mexico with dependencies and lies
You met a girl that smacked you in your bed
She said in June you?ll find me but in August I?ll be gone
And I will leave you crying on the ground

And the rings we switched I melt them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they?re gone
All your tries won?t make me jealous anyway
So don?t try to find me, babe, my love is dead

She?s got hot finger tips, got a jacket pin, it?s a twiggy
Hot murderess on the main street hunts you down
And all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
Hot silver, she was just too much, poor boy

It?s time to go now ?cause she just stabbed you on the floor
With a knife she broke off in your mind
Take your time and you will see what I mean when I say strike
Hold on, girl, you cannot comfort me

And the rings we switched I melt them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they?re gone
All your tries won?t make me jealous anyway
So don?t try to find me, babe, my love is dead

Hot finger tips, got a jacket pin, it?s a twiggy
Hot murderess on the main street hunts you down
And all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
All the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
Hot silver, she was just too much, poor boy

And the rings we switched I melt them down to pure gold
I pawned them yesterday, they?re gone
All your tries won?t make me jealous anyway
So don?t try to find me, babe, my love is dead

She?s got hot finger tips, got a jacket pin, it?s a twiggy
Hot murderess on the main street hunts you down
And all the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
All the time she just smiles between marmalades and eyes
Hot silver, she was just too much, poor boy

My poor boy
My poor boy
You?re my poor boy

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Hush Boy - Lyrics - Crazy Itch Radio - Basement Jaxx

Title: Hush Boy
Album: Crazy Itch Radio
Artist: Basement Jaxx
Composer(s): Stephen Mason, J.D. Jr. Burrise, A.D. Burrise, Simon Antony Ratcliffe, Felix Major Buxton, Nomvula Malinga

Lyric:
Crazy Itch Radio tunes for you

So there we were at a table for two
Was with a glass of bubbly and my brand new shoes
He found a restaurant on the Internet
This Mexican place but they hadn't finished it yet

He took my hand and said
?I love your eyes, your lips, your hands, your toes?
He seemed intoxicated
As he started to chat a little X-rated
I put my fingers to his lips and I said

?Hush, boy
Do you want me for your girlfriend?
Just take it slowly, boy
There's no need to rush it?

?Hush, boy
If you want me for your girlfriend
C'mon boy, don't blow your chance
We all need a little romance?

So the food was good, I had a chicken fajita
But he finished my plate and had four margaritas
As we gazed into each others eyes
His ex walked in with her brand new guy

My man, he tried to chomp on me
To kiss my arms, my legs, my hips, my lips
He knocked the drinks everywhere
As he started to make an apology
I covered his mouth with my hand and I said

?Hush, boy
Do you want me for your girlfriend?
Just take it slowly, boy
There's no need to rush it?

?Hush, boy
If you want me for your girlfriend
C'mon boy, don't blow your chance
We all need a little romance?

Hush, boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just for the first date
La la la la la

Hush, boy
You shouldn't worry
'Cos I like you
We should have some fun

Seamlessly
Those butterfly kisses all over me
Love dancing eyelashes
Sometimes dreams come true

I know I talk too much most of the time
Especially when I'm on the beer or on the wine
You just make me wanna push your buttons in
Too much girl when you blush

Hush, girl, you M O V E me
L O V E, that's all that's coming from me
You're so sexy when I'm treading on dangerous ground
You bite your lips, I just get hard when I see you frown
I want you to be my one and only

Hush, boy
Do you want me for your girlfriend?
Just take it slowly, boy
There's no need to rush it

Hush, boy
Do you want me for your girlfriend?
You know I don't wanna fuck things up
'Cos I'm into you much too much

Come on, give me a bit of my time
Before you make up your mind

Hush, boy
You shouldn't worry
'Cos I like you
We should have some fun

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Salsa - Lyrics - Grassroots - 311

Title: Salsa
Album: Grassroots
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Chad Sexton, Timothy Mahoney, Nicholas Hexum, Douglas Martinez

Lyric:
We were born in the seventies
The rippin' and rhyming and brethren see
We're filling taste great
In the old school I was eight
For the new school I was late
But in high school I was the bate

I rate in the great state of California
I'm warning ya
Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like crepe suzette
I bet you feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich
Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage

I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin'
And in my continental, you know that shits boomin'
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel

Another tale of ordinary madness
The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
"All I really wanna is to feel Nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find"

A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio, pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
Madness becomes, even though your
Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted

By flesh you wanna bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter

Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
And she won't hear applause
'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone
Your arms spread like a cross
And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart

Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar in the gutter with the cigarettes
Or wine you're hungover
I was warned of your normal behaviour and felt
My life was too short to consider your whacky self

It's like this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reelin' against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican

Your scrappin' your neck gets
Snapped back your nose bled
Your thinkin' about a comeback
But your takin' it to the head

You little bastard
Better watch your back
'Cuz we're after your punk ass
By God we're gonna jack it

You're journey is small time
And your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And your older

Hoe bag sceezer
In her droopy saggy skin
Who thought she was a model but in truth a never has been
Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too
This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too
{I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp}
{And my crew will attest to her fraudulence}

{Ha ha ha
After that you ask me like this
Of course no}

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Cocaine - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Cocaine
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Thomas Simons, Winston Thomas, William Roberts, Danny Schofield, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Cocaine, cocaine
I'd like to introduce you all to
Cocaine, cocaine
UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun B

Cocaine, cocaine
Pimp C in the house y'all put your hands together
Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine

Uh, the bitch, been good to me
Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station

Mine had money in it, his had the work
After the deal was done, I make my girl pussy squirt
'Cause after the deal, we would all celebrate
Happy 'cause it wasn't no jacking and the product was straight

I never came with the funny business
That's why we steady playing in Jags and Benzes
Some niggaz, let the city eat 'em up
I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up

I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot
I'ma hit it with the Sprite and make that butter lock
Everything was cool, I was ice cold
Till I let that bitch get up in my nose

Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

They call it cocaine, cocaina, yayo
Coca leaves, whatever you wanna say bro
Cocaine is a hell of a drug, it ain't hum-drum
And we all know where it's at, but where it come from

The mountains of Columbia and Peru
Extracted from the coca leaf, but see that shit ain't new
It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich
They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch

You had kings, queens, princes and princesses
Even priests and popes fought to getting it in different instances
A privileged possession for dozens of centuries
Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries

Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas
Transported by the best to the ghettos to straight killers
The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand
Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker
Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mo'fucker
Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard
We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog

Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest
Choppers in the White House, pistol on my lap, yes
I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl
Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl

Spinning wild living foul, diamonds all in my dial
Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now
Getting paper, paper plates on convertibles
And my yayo to PA, that work'll move

Ricky Ross only fuck with legends
Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected
I could ship it to ya or you could come and get it
Just bring the cool million with ya when you come and visit Ross

Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

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Monday, August 9, 2010

No Idea'S - Lyrics - Nas

Title: No Idea'S
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Barry White, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
Uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh

No idea's original, there's nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material, women
And large paper that means you inferior, not major

No idea's original, there's nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material, women
And large paper that means you inferior, not major

Look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard
Where weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this torture

Lightin' up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my, wash with my in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dealers

No half steppin' with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, five percenters said it's pork and Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference
On a different coast, but we share the same sunlight
Your part of the world, might be like colors and gangs

While on my side, brothers'll for different things
But it all revolve around, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin' with tats on they back, violent wars
Nothin' less than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style

While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin' for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made 'Runaway' that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist

I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin' in my dreams
Sirens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things like
Somebody's always watchin', my life
Before I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline readin' 'Rapper Slain From a Man'

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Legit - Rollin' Wit Hustlers - Lyrics - B

Title: Legit - Rollin' Wit Hustlers
Artist: B
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Rodney Waller, Brandt Jones

Lyric:
I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with those bustas
I only role with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas

Addyup? 'Cuz they done fuck
With a nigga tryin' to get a buck
I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still
Beat the case off a Dan Vill, now I'm back for the overkill

Hundred dollar bills stuffed in the duffel bag, duffel bag
5 pounds in the back of the deuce rag
So Harm could ya, would ya help the big fella'
Tell 'em how you about [Incomprehensible]

It goes down like brandy Peruvian, mother of pearl
Caucasian white bitch, dirty white girl
Uncut raw like Eddy, sharp like a 'chete
Steady on the program with missions to get fetti

And I'm ready on the pedal heavy when I smash
The same muthafucka that hit the gas and dash
To the other side on the down low
'Cuz I only deal with hustlers not bustas, you know

I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas
I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas

And not too many get to ride with me
And you know how a punk ass bitch can be
A snitch to me, heart pump on hundred
And probably ain't never gonna have no money

I know the same situations but know the vocations
To a brother that's lack, no muscles in your crack
And what happened to all the days that you spent hustlin'?
Every time I see ya, you be strugglin'

The batch betta have my cav and keep the shit comin'
Like the little big rabbit, dag nabbit
I gotta have it to support, can't come up short
So I'm still sellin' with the super sport

I'm still independent but in a minute I'ma be laughin'
I got it straight from B-Legit, told me, "Harm you can have this"
So I had to get to focus, left fools all wet, no jokin' in this game
That I play and representin' with hustlers everyday

I only mess with those hustlers
I never role with no bustas
I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas

A funkin' we goin' go in a caprice fo' door
Ready for war, suspects get took
Playin' the wrong crooks, Legit, Harm with firearm
And leave you quiet like a storm

Infrared, niggaz fled from the street side
From a nigga droppin' mess in a fleet side
Niggaz ride to blast with no mass in the broad daylight
See, I never fuck with bustas at night

Game tight 'cuz the game be thick
Gotta watch out who ya fuck with 'cuz bustas die quick
So Legezee, would you let ya' playa pezee knezee?
How it goes dezee in the tezee, for shezee

The savage moves chickens like a Mexican
And I'm back to writin' bad ass checks again
Well check yo chin, bitch believe that, believe that
Stays nothin' but game, so receive that, receive that

I only mess with those hustlers
I never role with no bustas
I only mess with those hustlers
I never role with no bustas

I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas
I only role with a hustler
I never role with a busta

I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?
I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?

I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?
I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?

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