*I claim to be country, but i live in the ghetto
*id rock cowgirl boots before i would rock some stelletos
*i stand on my balcony.. my country música playin in the back
*looking out at contenedor de basura, basurero divers, and bitches smoking crack
*little babies, running around... mommas nowhere in sight....
*thats the type of shit that makes me mad enouph to fight.
*four pair of shoes dangling above us on the telephone lines
*pregnant women walking by, not caring about their babies, drinking wine
*every five minutos my windows are shakin
*from posers driving por with their música vibratin
*they drive their cars made in the...
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