Mexico

with the funked up style ya know the rhymes hit

when i walk up in the clubs i don't give a shit

'cause fear's no option when the place is hoppin

spittin'out the magic just like mary poppins

just a fist full of rage make a sucka go down

i know you wanna clown - throw pound for pound

but i takes no crap so whatcha think of that?

steppin up behind ya, hit ya with a bat

chorus:

its dark now, can you see me?

too much cologne, can you smell me?

have you ever been in mexico on valentines day?

got a big mouth, can you hear me?

and youre drunk so please dont touch me

sleepless night in tijuana take me back to the bay

now i wake up alone, distraught, and confused

sportin a fat lip and my ribs are all bruised

twas a midnight brawl in south T.J.

memories of a bottle and a slap to the face

now i sit on the corner, chiclets and churros

that's not a zebra its a painted burro

being posed for pics at the disco futuro

no escape from my heart cause i'm missin my girl

chorus

drop a little beat one time for the heads

kick it in the back, in the back, for the reds