Woorden:
Latin Dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

? 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

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