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Albums:

Mine, Mine, Mine, Pt. 2 (Christopher) · Anoranzas/Homenaje Rafael Hernandez Y Pedro Flor (Javier Solís) · Saul Hernandez Compositor (Jaguares) · Lo Mejor de Larry Hernandez (Larry Hernandez) · Miguel Hernandez (Joan Manuel Serrat) · Lo Mejor de Larry Hernandez (Larry Hernandez) · The Best of Patrick Hernandez: Born to Be Alive (Patrick Hernandez) · Myriam Hernandez [WEA] (Myriam Hernández) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Myriam Hernandez (Hutchinson, Hutch) · If You Were Mine (Billie Holiday) – and 90 other albums »


weed
Sucio, I feel like killin you

Banana colored light skinned spics 
You feel your peel so fine
I'm Hernandez, the umbrella man
Your future's
won't blown by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees

That girl, that girl
She's mine
And I've know her since

Since you were a little
(be) blown by every breeze
Friday night running
To Sunday on my knees

That girl, that girl
She's mine
And I've know her since

Since you were
blow by every breeze 
Friday night running 
To Sunday on my knees 

That girl, that girl 
She's mine 
And I've know her since 
Since you were
it is, u rollin thru u get thucha, bullets flyin i aint liyng i got hit by one, hefita cryed, i almost died, and it was just for fun, were never doin
weed
Sucio, I feel like killin you

Banana colored light skinned spics 
You feel your peel so fine
I'm Hernandez, the umbrella man
Your future's
know her since
Since you were a little girl
With Spanish eyes oh and I saw her
In a pram they pushed her by
My how you've grown, and it been
It's
grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will
grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will
from mine,

You and I - Were ruined by
This desert between us
I walked through the valley
And stared into death

This instance of a distance
Designed
and you, the world is yours and mine.

[Jermaine Dupri]
I remember when we first hooked up we were only 17, 
cut-off shirts and jeans was your only way
wait

Is this thing going to kill me
And tear my soul apart
If not, it never will be
The one to break my heart open

You're really something good,
Would you like a drink with me?
(If you don't mind, can I talk to you if it's all right?)
I want your body close to mine
(All night, while we're
true religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you could not escape
The hip hop version of ?The Ring? and you just watched
and you, the world is yours and mine.

[Jermaine Dupri]
I remember when we first hooked up we were only 17, 
cut-off shirts and jeans was your only way
Oh, we're gonna be so happy
Together
I'm gonna make you shine
Forever
Gonna find you and make you mine

We never met again
The way it was meant
morenita
Eighteen with the bullet, you knew it, why don't you pull it
We're gonna get into it

I'm that Spanish Fly type of guy, slick, wicked,
Spanish speaking
Now how many dues must I pay to win
You're angry and you're stressin that oppression
but you judge me by the skin I'm in when
Adam Clayton
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause
ain't no kid baby I'm for real
And that's the deal
You're so seductive constructive
With the choices you make
All so great
If this world were
Mine ill
day.
Spanish gold came and went, and gemstones were sold,
And I knew more lay on the horizon.
Yet the beer was too good, and gals were too sweet,
as I stand up against darker versions of me
looking over my shoulder, waiting for false moves
dancing around land-mines and get lost in the grove
what
And if you can't dig it, then break the fuck out, uhh!

[Kurious]
Kurious the magician hits the podium like a public speaker
Highly energized, (??) boricua
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged 
Like cave-women, while I'm grave diggin' with Marilyn Man 

If you got a bowl of hash better
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged 
Like cave-women, while I'm grave diggin' with Marilyn Man 

If you got a bowl of hash better