They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes No one ventures into the streets these days Except strangers and those like me, looking for
in Spain Well you loved me but you still lost me Treated me such away-ay-ay I'll make the money but the money made me It was all the same in spain Well
wolf's gaze As I took a little trip to town Took the merry-go-round again At first I was sippin' the tea Then I was sittin' on the coast of Spain Hey
government Some proud American Christians might disagree You're in North America But New York's the only place Would keep them off the streets Now we can't have parties like in Spain
niggas with coffin, yo Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty
like tacky, attack me, you get splashed Official nasty backwards, sue, what the fuck is rule, you dumb ass Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast Rap in the street
me a ride? Got to get to where I'm going real fast Ain't got no time to waste Thing here, I'm not about to stay here There are children on the street
to give me a ride, got get to where I'm going real fast Ain't got no time to waste, thing here, I'm not about to stay here There are children on street
have sorry hearts Because yeah we all We all have sorry hearts Alive and striving for rain Full time control of the game Dressed like a French whore in Spain
, aiyyo man, you poppin' fuckers (You better watch your motherfuckin' mouth) It's just rules with beats, you clown niggaz can't rule the streets We set
for a twelve year old So he packed his bags and he headed out To find out what the world's about He went to France, he went to Spain He found love,
No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor, sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York. Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and
, oh man, have you been to Spain, Where the joy of laughing people make you happy again? Women so pretty, even more so at night, Where in the street their
at ya wake come out of New York And ya body in the Salt Lake out in Utah So you are feel good, leave the country And then all you are, Spain, baggage
dyed my hair in Spain I look a mess and I feel the shame Of the freak I'm a freak Oh ho I'm a freak Good Lord I'm a freak I walk the plastic streets
Hard niggas vets, bullets scars on they chest Start tryna test, I hope the Lord got ya blessed, nigga (Everywhere I go) From Spain to Maine, we here
Pasodobles (Richard Starkey/Mark Hudson/Gary Burr/Steve Dudas/Dean Grakal) When I was walking down the street in Spain I met a girl who would not
Come back to the streets Come back to the streets Come back to, come back to Come back to the streets, Chamillionaire Even when I'm not there and I'm