Mexico کے بول

with the funked up style ya know the rhymes hit when i walk up in the clubs i don't give a shit 'cause fear's no option when the place is hoppin spittin'out the magic just like mary poppins just a fist full of rage make a sucka go down i know you wanna clown - throw pound for pound but i takes no crap so whatcha think of that? steppin up behind ya, hit ya with a bat chorus: its dark now, can you see me? too much cologne, can you smell me? have you ever been in mexico on valentines day? got a big mouth, can you hear me? and youre drunk so please dont touch me sleepless night in tijuana take me back to the bay now i wake up alone, distraught, and confused sportin a fat lip and my ribs are all bruised twas a midnight brawl in south T.J. memories of a bottle and a slap to the face now i sit on the corner, chiclets and churros that's not a zebra its a painted burro being posed for pics at the disco futuro no escape from my heart cause i'm missin my girl chorus drop a little beat one time for the heads kick it in the back, in the back, for the reds