[B-Real]
Quemando putos que se creen mazisos
Dejando ceniza, tu no quieres ser la
Victima de un ciclon
Simon, tu sabes que soy el chingon
Sacalos and muevelos ya
Juras que soy el mejor
Tu quedaras igual que los demas
Esta alegandome, no lo trates
Porque te pego asi como tus padres
Has lo que te digo yo, si no
(Pinche puto, vengo en control)
Balas, ayy! no les importa quien muera
Cuando estan en guerra
Con que maten, un vato del otro lado
Diferentes rumbos, cargan soldados
Si la lluvia cae, pronto miraras
Los huetos que hay (mueve tus cañones)
Somos intocables, Cypress cero si
Calla y si no cruces claro que vas a morir
Grandes familias, mueren nunca
Siempre filerosas como puntas
De navajas, balas que cargas
No te me brinques (ese no chingues!)...

Chorus x2:
Sacalos, muevelos ya! (Fierro muevelos!)
Sacalos, muevelos ya! (Fierro muevelos!)
Sacalos, muevelos ya! (Fierro muevelos!)
Sacalos, muevelos ya! (Fierro muevelos!)...

[B-Real]
Putos vienen en todas medidas y clases
Te agarro con el mecate, por el cuello pa colgarte
Asi no puedes respirar, lo que necesita
Es (Grace Slick, Jorma Kaukonen)
He's just an American boy
And he loves his machine
No back-talk from a machine
When was the last time a television set
Gave you shit about who you met last night?
No back-talk machine
If your motor doesn't turn over smooth for you
You don't feed it right
Give it a little grease
Give it a little gas
Drive straight on through the night
Man-made mechanical mover
Love your machine
You say nothing's right but natural things
Ah, you fool
Poison oak is a natural plant
Why don't you put some in your food
Natural food
I don't care if there's chemicals in it
Is long as my lettuce is crisp
Preservatives might just be preserving you
I think that's something you missed
Ya you missed it
Man-made mechanical mover
I love his machine
He's just an American boy
And I love his machine
Smooth moving steel
Keep your engine warm and wet
Be friendly to your steel
Feed it right, your mechanical pet
Then get behind the wheel
Put a little statch in the old Corvette
Then give it a feel
Smooth moving steel, give it a feel
Man-made mechanical mover
It'll move faster than y

How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy

Who
Are you
Who can say
It's ok to live through me?

Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give

Shit!

Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking

Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me

They are abhorred
In self-worth
All that matters much to meSay good-bye
Why I can barely say goodnight
If I can hardly take my eyes from yours
How far can I go

Walk away
The thought would never cross my mind
I couldn’t turn my back on spring or fall
Your smile least of all

When I say always I mean forever
I trust tomorrow as much as today
I am not afraid to say I love you
And I promise you I’ll never say good-bye

We’re dancers on a crowded floor
While other dancers live from song to song
Our music goes on, on and on
And if I never leave your arms
I really would have traveled everywhere
For my world is there

When I say always I mean forever
I trust tomorrow as much as today
I am not afraid to say I love you
And I promise you I’ll never say good-bye

How could I ever say good-bye