Evil boys eating evil fries This is an evil generation Rock and roll evacuation As far as the eye can see Hey, hey, hey, hey Tune into this radio station
she sang to him with Billy Holiday's sweet voice Spread the news 'cause there's an Angel in Manhattan Call out the paparazzi and the the television crews Hey
out now.. Spanish Stroll Spanish Stroll Spanish Stroll Hey Rosita! Donde vas con mi carro Rosita? tu sabes que te quiero pero ti me quitas todo ya te robasta mi television y mi radio
Whos This Daddy Yankee The Big Boss La Verdadera Esencia Porque A mi Me Pego La Calle Cuando Este Juego No Tocaba La Radios Ni La Televisiones Ni Nadie
Apologies to my fans and my closest friends, (I'm sorry) For letting you down, I wont take you down this road again Most of you now saying whatever, here we go again Blogs, radio, and television
the contents seem so degrading Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating If you don't like it on the radio or the television then switch
got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they
I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how
curva sotto assedio la gente che scappava, sembrava una guerriglia io sembravo un?ostrichetta e tu la mia grande conchiglia hey, papa, la sera in televisione
hamburgers Evil boys eating evil fries This is an evil generation Rock and Roll Evacuation As far as the eye can see Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Tune Into this radio
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize
hell of a car And the old hearts, they race their way through the night The upheaval of who they really are Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
everywhere I go Another propaganda (propaganda) Man it's on my radio Propaganda (propaganda) Everywhere I go Hey mista (mista please!) Cmon tell me what you know Hey
Hey girl, I?d rather be home tonight I?d rather be anywhere but here is where we are I?ve got some words of wisdom The worlds a television But I can?
money pa la tia ke vende mani y pa mi pura una lavadora y un tv pa los mios amor, alcohol, fiesta, rap y hachi y pa mi mas bockground pa seguir rimando asi hey yo hey
give you up Stay...and the day would keep its trust Stay...and the night would be enough Faraway, so close Up with the static and the radio With satelite television
everything . . . This was our last hit single . . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with