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Pobre Juan (Maná)

Juan se lanzo marchandose al norte
iba en busca de una vida digna
cruzando Mexico por valles y por montes
iba Juan lleno de fe.

La historia es que Juan se iba a casar
con Maria embarazada
pero el no tenia ni un centavo
ni un clavo que darle.

Pero este Juan iba muy decidido
y a la frontera el llego con todo el filo.

Se conecto con el mero mayor de los coyotes
y la historia le conto:
Mire usted que yo quiero cruzarme ya
a San Diego o Chicago,
digame usted lo que hago
que precio le pago.

Juan ya nunca regreso,
en la linea se quedo,
pobre Juan
o la migra lo mato
o el desierto lo enterro,
pobre Juan.

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Juan le enseno al coyote
una foto de Maria
con la cual se casaria,
le prometio que el regresaria
para formar todo un hogar.

Pero el coyote a Juan lo traiciono
dejandolo al olvido,
de tres balas se tronaron a Juan,
pobre de Juan,
no regreso

no, oh.

Juan ya nunca regreso,
en la linea se quedo,
pobre Juan
o la migra lo mato
o el desierto lo enterro,
pobre Juan
y Maria lo fue a buscar
y ella nunca lo encontro,
desaparecio,
oh...

Tu Mirada y Mi Voz (Susana Baca)

They say that to get
The woman you want
Only takes a stab
In the heart

I ask the reason
For this knowing what I know:
Life leaves
Taking nothing with it

And would I have wanted to see for myself
I would have seen everything
How miserable my eyes
Not having seen

If you could allot
Some of your smile to my valleys
Your sorrows in my streets
And your love in me

I would have a reason
That together with the rest
Would give me the occasion
To shout how beautiful
Love is
For him that only has
A fantasy
And the warmth of a companion
That is dear to me as life

The hearth seems better
When there's fire burning
When there's wood that keeps
Your gaze and my voice

Dicen que para lograr
A la mujer tan ansiada
Sólo basta una estocada
En el corazón

Yo pregunto la razón
De este saber que sé yo
Pues la vida que se va
No se lleva nada

Y se quisiera ver por ver
Ya todo lo habría visto
Cual tristeza de mis ojos
No tener que ver

Si pudiera repartir
Tu sonrisa por mis valles
Tus penitas en mis calles
Y tu amor en mi

Yo tendría una razón
Que juntas con las demás
Me darían la ocasión
De gritar que lindo es el amor
Para el que sólo tiene fantasía
Y el calor de una compañía
Que es la vida mía

El hogar se ve mejor
Cuando hay fuego que lo encienda
Cuando hay leña que retenga
Tu mirada y mi voz

Camino Verde (Jose Feliciano)

Hoy he vuelto a pasar
por aquel camino verde
que por el valle se pierde
con mi triste soledad.

Hoy he vuelto a rezar
a la puerta de la ermita
le pedí a tu virgencita
que allí te vuelva a encontrar.

Por el camino verde,
camino verde
que da a la ermita
desde que tú te fuiste
lloran de pena
las margaritas.

La fuente se ha secado
las azucenas
están marchitas
en el camino verde,
camino verde
que da a la ermita.

Hoy he vuelto a pasar
por aquel camino verde
que por el valle se pierde
toda mi felicidad.

Hoy he vuelto a grabar
nuestros nombres en la encina
he subido a la colina
y allí me he puesto a llorar.

Por el camino verde,
camino verde
que da a la ermita
desde que tú te fuiste
lloran de pena
las margaritas.

La fuente se ha secado
las azucenas
están marchitas
en el camino verde,
camino verde
que da a la ermita.

Camino
Camino verde.

Veneno (La Renga)

En un rincón de las sierras donde arden las estrellas,
dejé mi herida abierta en un valle de penas.
Casi sin darte cuenta se te puede enfermar el corazón,
cuando uno menos lo espera,
el veneno ya está en tus venas.

En un río de deshielo, al sol de una mañana
trajeron en un cuerpo a un ángel de montaña,
un par de ojos negros te pueden robar la ilusión
y no hay cura ni remedio que te haga ver mejor.

La luna y mi suerte, rompieron el encanto
perdí mi sueño en la noche que el ángel se hizo diablo.
Un par de ojos negros te pueden robar la ilusión
y no hay cura ni remedio que te haga ver mejor.

En un rincón de las sierras donde arden las estrellas,
dejé mi herida abierta en un valle de penas.
Casi sin darte cuenta se te puede enfermar el corazón,
cuando uno menos lo espera,
el veneno ya está en tus venas.

-by Bartolo

Forse Mi Trovo (Ligabue)

mi cerco nei tuoi occhi
perché alla fine è un gioco di specchi
perché alla fine è un gioco
che non mi va di perdere
mi cerco sulla tua pelle
e sai così bene che sei così bella
e allora mi cerco più a valle
sotto un respiro tiepido
forse mi trovo
forse non sono nemmeno lontano da me
forse mi trovo
e mi trovo bene
forse ti trovo
per non cercarmi mai più
mai più
pensami alle dieci
pensami forte con la tua mano
anche se sto lontano
cercami un poco pure tu
mi cerco mentre dormi
fra l'aria che muovi e quella che fermi
un metro fuori dai sogni
che quelli almeno sono tuoi
forse mi trovo
forse non sono nemmeno lontano da me
forse mi trovo
e mi trovo bene
forse ti trovo
per non cercarmi mai più
mai più
forse mi trovo
forse non sono nemmeno lontano da me
forse mi trovo
e mi trovo bene
forse ti trovo
per non cercarmi mai più
mai più.

40 & C Bo (C Bo)




[Featuring E 40]
[C Bo]
It's all about that scrilla scratch flossin a bad batch and pushin
somethin luxury when it ship the sector snack my semen
Drank the diamonds geechie dub shinin
Ninety seven sport drop Benz gettin mine
You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A K
It's West coast mafia for the Midwest to the Bay
But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers
Straight thug niggaz, quick to draw like Matt Dillon
Outlaws, strap in drawers, ready for war -- push up
on the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin through the doors
We realers; with so much scrilla can you hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said
[E-40]
** cowboy keys now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
Nor have I ever been any coastal fake
"He got too much too lose; he ain't gonna bust in the ring!"
Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted
I could shoot to kill -- dressed up like a old man in a Bonneville
Disguised, ready to chastise and dissapoint my prey
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Get back at the mother**er, snatch back at the mother**er
Bust caps at the mother**er... mother**ER!
One-Time up in the Valle-Jo
Follow me and Bo to Sacramento
Spend it on some ol high performance, Catastrophic
Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick to blast
Break niggaz like the Task, without the mask
Water, bring the noise like we on stage
Boom, break em down like a twelve-gauge
[C-Bo]
Back at cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh's
Young thugs, ready to protect with fo'-fo's
On a mission mashin, nonstop til we cashed in
All out assassins known for down and dirty and blastin
on sight smashin, anything no question asked
Runnin up with no mask and dumpin caps in that**
This one life we live, is to be lived without sin
But I'll be damned if I die without a damn thing to give
[E-40]
Don't make us have to be the one to grab the gun
And get to dumpin on your crew! That's what we do, check it
Drop it like it's **ume the position on the flo' butt **
Give me erything you got
or you gonna end up comin up missin and I won't regret it
Still Water run deep (how deep?)
Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh
Pay the price to have a sucker put on ice
Got just as many Hot Ones as my nigga Spice
Chorus
[E-40]
But if they, locked you up and throw way the key, what would you do E?
I'd be up in that mother**er watchin my latest video brought to you
by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin
Rap Show the Bay Area's own Number One network, cable station, C.M.C.
(BEYOTCH!) Love letters to my wife, ba-bee I miss you
This mornin I learned how to make a pair of dice out of some toilet
tissue
Fan mail from my fans, get up out of jail
Waitin for my court ap-pail
[C-Bo]
Nigga pass the strap and let me blast
I'm quick to get off in that**
It's Forty Water and the Loco Bitch so kiss dick and kick cask'
from Sacramento down to Vallejo, on a mission about that mail
We specialize in collectin pays
if you come short, we dumpin facials I holds down the fort
with two Magnums culture go toe to toe
with any one of you bitch**niggaz
that think you can ** with me and fo'-oh
It's old school trick, new school fools they catch clips
Forever money over bitch, we'll never caught snick considered licked
[E-40]
Hell yeah, ay
See that's what I'm sayin that shit is realer than a new fifty dollar
bill

Keep Hustlin' (WC)




featuring E-40, Too $hort

[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
[E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
[WC] Dub Cya, nya!
[E-40] Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!

Verse One: WC

Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, mother**er what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin

Chorus: *unknown singers*

Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night long
Keep on hustlin... on and on

Verse Two: E-40

Check it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin**baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "** Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage

Chorus

[E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper route

Verse Three: Too $hort

Yeah
I'm comin from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you passin foe?
Top notch on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain
I always been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion

Chorus

$hort Dawg, you know we players main
Get your money nigga

[E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch
[E-40] Dub C!
[TS] Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm takin mine nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know?
BEYOTCH!

Cash Money Is An Army (B.G.)




Shit's just to real, respect my mind
I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this

Verse 1:

Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
backed up by the best Fresh (Mannie Fresh) Drop it beat after beat
My click is the HotBoy$ best believe we so Hot!
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet
I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3
I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to home Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga
Don't playa hate me nigga cause I'll leave your shit stale
Light You're A$$ up Real Good You'll Never Get Well.

Chorus:
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga (Repeat x1)

Verse 2:

I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
I play it raw, and do my thing, Nigga ** The World!
Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides
I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
I know I'm tired of these bitches try'n to get me killed
I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill
Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n to get my Mil
It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up
The ** hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a
Major Deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill
Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real B.G.
Bout trigga play, trigga play

Chorus x2:

My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans)
If you want me I can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th
Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T.
A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P
A H.B., (HotBoy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day & night
With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
One thing I been keepin it real,
you lil one is like mine ain't go miss a meal
I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg,
my rolex still winding like you left it fog
Me and my click still boss,
still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show
Room floor! Our Dawg Valle just touch down,
we just maintaining, represent draining,
Gone to Hotels Training, Training,
** these hoes all day & all night!

Chorus x2:

Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga

En El Claro De La Luna (Silvio Rodríguez)

En el claro de la luna
donde quiero ir a jugar,
duerme la Reina Fortuna
que tendrá que madrugar.
Mi guardiana de la suerte,
sueña cercada de flor
que me salvas de la muerte
con fortuna en el amor.

Sueña, talismán querido,
sueña mi abeja y su edad;
sueña y si, lo he merecido,
sueña mi felicidad.

Sueña caballos cerreros,
suéñame el viento del sur,
sueña un tiempo de aguaceros
en el valle de la luz.

Sueña lo que hago y no digo,
sueña en plena libertad,
sueña que hay días en que vivo,
sueña lo que hay que callar.

Entre las luces más bellas
duerme intranquilo mi amor
porque en su sueño de estrellas
mi paso en tierra es dolor.

Mas si yo pudiera hacerle
miel de abeja en vez de sal
a qué tentarle la suerte
que valiera su soñar.

Suéñeme, pues, cataclismo,
sueñe golpe largo y sed,
sueñe todos los abismos,
que de otra vida no sé.

Sueñe lo que hago y no digo,
sueñe en plena libertad,
sueñe que hay días en que vivo,
sueñe lo que hay que callar.

Sueñe la talla del día,
del día del que fui y del que soy
que el de mañana, alma mía,
lo tengo soñado hoy.

La Canción De La Fuente (Paco Bello)

necesito sentir que me faltas
pero no te voy a pedir que te vayas
quisiera encontrate aqui de nuevo
cuando yo vuelva de recordarte
escucha la cancion de la fuente
dulce agua que bebimos con dulce sed

necesito sentir que te pierdo
para poderte abrazar desde lejos
quisiera pintar sobre el mar
tu cariño
y esa paciencia total
que yo admiro

escucha la cancion de la fuente
dulce agua que bebimos con dulce sed
seguí el furor del aire
sentí que allí dento estabas tu
seguí el olor del valle
sentí que allí dentro andabas tu

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