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want Malibu & Mexico & Puerto Rican Trips
On the weekend at the bar
I'll buy everybody's round

Let's just get up in the sound
& lets get lost up in

Clever wit weaponry
Row, row, row, the boat
All by myself
Chasing life dreams down the stream
Oh so merrily merrily
I was a sad boy
Now I am glad, boy
Yeah

the soul
So of course I'm gonna' be
Focused and driven, uh
Five-oh-five
You know we all see hard times
But somehow get by
We try to work for the better
We

the sun in Mexico
Then I'll just keep this show on the road
At least there I know I'm home
I ain't the one you can fall back on
When that boy lets you down

After what you did how could I miss you, no
I'm a player too, this you know
You'd be surprised by all the shit I know
Forever hurt no matter how much

Ain't never gonna catch me
Quick stepping, man
I aint stopping til Mexico
Ill ride until I’m free 
     
Id been a wanderer 
A back roads rover
dark past

the rest 

Where ya been 

I’m in it to win

Heat cocked back

With a devilish grin

And I swear by the hair on my chin

We gone win

Stay ready to put in

on your face
As you let go
Spin you around that dirt floor
Some hole in the wall in Mexico
We ain't gonna live this one down
It's the moon in your eyes

Five-oh-five
You know we all see hard times
But somehow get by
We try to work for the better
We keep it going for the cheddar
No matter what ever the change
Like

fresh meats (that's hot)
You cant get this at taco bell (ding dong)
You can only get this on the streets (uh)
Since the 19th century of Mexico
Tacos have

Bitch ass nigga

I don't like anyone in the fucking world
First Canada's a piece of shit
And then Mexico
Cuz' I don't like the damn Norwegians
I

Perky came from Mexico
This 30 make yo' heart stop
Fuck the county, fuck the jury
I refuse to get locked stomp the yard
Micro-draco make a nigga pin

I’ve Had Many Friends – Words & Music by Desmond Allen  June 03, 2006

I’ve had many friends through the breadth of time; each one true and dear

all up in my mattress
And your ass tight, you wish you had this
I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Harry Potter, my enemies Dracos
Going to Mexico, get all

Here on this island surrounded by love
I wanna see the world with somebody
And you're the one I'm thinking of

We can go to Mexico we can go to Spain

down 9 11
She told me be there by 11
I told her dont ask me no questions
Ill be there whenever i get in
And now that lil hoe keep on textin
I dont know

On my way down to Mexico
Live on the beach and take it slow
Sitting on a bus looking out the window
Watching all the trees bend the way the wind

this came all the way from Mexico,

{Verse}
You can’t smoke with me, (nah)
Unless you got 5 on it, (or)
Unless you throw a dime on it, (whore) 
Or unless

Got pacs for the low
Get it by the bundle 
I’m smoking you niggas
Like sheets and some funnel 
You niggas some clowns 
Ronald McDonald’s 
I’m runnin

Intro two
The answer
My mother and her parents
Are originally from Guanajuato Mexico
But they all headed farther north to live
In what is known today

It's a long way to go
To Loreto, Mexico
Longer still
When you're traveling alone
By way of San Diego
Thirty miles to Rosarito
Tonight, I'll find

The parking lot was bad enough, stand around and see traffic go by.
 While all the while the entourage waited, as trembling soccer-moms held

sale and flow to Mexico the atlas 
This the road no threats are valid
This the road that made a savage 

2 cM IN THIS B***H
2 cM IN THIS B***H
2 cM IN

I'm waiting for you to show your real face

Fake friends
Fake Friends
Fake friends
All around me
The type To stay by your side
And stick the knife