Letras
Tip toe, through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tip toe, through the tulips, with me
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Light the candles, let's do a séance
That's my version of a quiet time
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Bunch of vatos hanging out the window yellin'
If life a gamble, you should roll the dice
Or you can shut the fuck up, take your own advice
Your opinion of me really doesn't matter
You can probably keep your two cents, cause to me that shit is still overpriced I'm like, whoa
Everything I do is oversized
My city different we grew up playing with the Ouija boards and the poltergeists
I can't help if yo ruca like me, heard about my chorizo pipe
She said that I'm muy frio, and that just mean that I'm cold as ice
Yeah, I heard her saying you the one
but you lil' bro and I'm big dawg, so that's an automatic oversight
Ain't nobody really over me, all you boys really overhyped
I been workin' for a long time, bitch this ain't really happening overnight
You ain't been inside of St. Catherine's
You ain't never hit Canyon Road to see the glow house with them broken lights
You ain't slept in heaven or hell, you said you don't believe in demons
If you walk down Cerillos Road on the 31st of October nights you better
I'm tired of running around
I'm tired of living
I'm tired of dreaming
I'm too tired to do what you like to see
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Light the candles, let's do a séance, that's my version of a quiet time
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Bunch of vatos hanging out the window yellin' a la eh we gon' ride tonight
Yeah, ain't no city that's quite like mine
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
I said, ain't no city that's quite like mine
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Bunch of vatos hanging out the window yelling
A la eh we gon' ride tonight
I'm the coldest from New Mexico
I said, matter of fact, you know I spit it colder than a frozen coat that's on an Eskimo