Los perros tristes
Well through the window she comes,
& through the window she comes,
she got a little rope tied, tied to her leg,
where it leads to I don't know,
But you can hand your babies up to the higher ground.
To the hairy one's blessed upon their crown
I'm comin' down like a river in a cage,
the monkey see the monkey do,
I'm comin' down like a river in cage,
I'll run my hands through to you
(c) 2002 Island Def Jam Music Group
& through the window she comes,
she got a little rope tied, tied to her leg,
where it leads to I don't know,
But you can hand your babies up to the higher ground.
To the hairy one's blessed upon their crown
I'm comin' down like a river in a cage,
the monkey see the monkey do,
I'm comin' down like a river in cage,
I'll run my hands through to you
(c) 2002 Island Def Jam Music Group
Problems
I live in a frequency,
Where action rules,
That God is me,
In a war against my body,
In the poetry of poverty.
'Cause it's the rich ones who make it,
'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it.
They feel fine.
They feel fine.
Check out complainer by the bar,
Let's kick his ass and make him beg for more,
Let's line him up,
And make him scream and shout,
And show him he's got nothing to complain about.
'Cause I believe in the groove complacent,
So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment,
Yeah, I feel fine.