Gza - The Mexican lyrics
rate meFeat. Tom Morello
shot ran coins for practice
map to the fortune hidden up under the mattress
a lead belt attaches with holsters
weight near ya 2 blazin toaster
hit the stage coach on stallions
Looking for federal reserve notes and gold medallions
heavily pursued by the local governor southerner
sort after by the whole battalion
fell out a snake within the handshake
git the drop on em then he exploited the mistake
protectin his gold he sold by the plates
ready to shoot while his horses drank from the lake
deputy saved by the badge on the blazer
warning shot from one that had the aim of a lazor
trait by the neighbor a gambler
who would stack the deck
plus he marks cards wit a razor
He's called Fernandez
sleepin on a gun
Dreams of Santa Anna
Fighting in the sun
Drums so loud from outside
Makes it hard to dream
A rain is fallin' hard and fast
Makes it all seem real
Mornin', come mornin'
A Chico's gotta have his share
Mornin', sad mornin'
What a laugh, and I cried
And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cried
he used to move weight but then became a grower
constricted boa most in the lower
cooperating along and mining his zones
for mostly silver and other shining stones
abandoned political rebel
he moved with a group of pistolevils flashing heavy metals
clash with the law triggered intense reactions
hard labor gave em multiple contractions
lawmen turned to outlaw gunfighter cattle rustlers
hustlers ruff riders useless connections
everything traversal
cross stone social economic circles
Senorita pining
Chico come on home
Santa Anna's losing
You'll be first to go
Sam Houston's laughing
Davy Crockett too
When Anna takes the Alamo
The first to go is you
Mornin', come mornin'
A Chico's gotta have his share
Mornin', sad mornin'
Heaven will be there
Mornin', sad mornin'
What a laugh and out loud
Ha ha ha ha ha
Thanks to outlawskeep for correcting these lyrics
