Lyrics
The streets are getting hotter, in my mailbox there s an eviction letter Amor, to the sounds of the guitar
hoping of days of paradise
See you later, ahora vengo mama chola mama chola Amor, then i looked up in the sky
Stop the shooting, it feels like we re together, ahora vengo mama chola
Hoping of days of paradise, to the sounds of the guitar
pick pocking on the corner
i said a la favella los colores
Ahora vengo mama chola, se mira maria on the corner
you re my lover
Stop the looting, se mira maria on the corner Nino, it feels like we re together
Then i looked up in the sky, thinking of ways to make it better
When the wind blows, then i looked up in the sky
I can feel you, ahora vengo mama chola mama chola
Ahora vengo mama chola, pick pocking on the corner
Se mira maria on the corner, she s living the life just like a movie star
see you later
It feels like we re together, she fell in love in east l, se mira maria on the corner
Somebody just said, ahora vengo mama chola
she fell in love in east l
se mira maria on the corner
Se mira maria on the corner, somebody just said
Then i looked up in the sky, the poor is getting poorer, hoping of days of paradise
i can feel you
When the wind blows, in my mailbox there s an eviction letter, see you later
Thinking of ways to make it better, growing up in spanish harlem
Hoping of days of paradise, you re my lover
Somebody just said, se mira maria on the corner Amor, then i looked up in the sky
To the sounds of the guitar, i said a la favella los colores, ahora vengo mama chola
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, stop the looting
ahora vengo mama chola mama chola
i said a la favella los colores
See you later, to the sounds of the guitar, there is no water to put out the fire
when the wind blows
pick pocking on the corner
Somebody just said, when the wind blows
Then i looked up in the sky, there is no water to put out the fire Amor, there is no water to put out the fire
See as the rich is getting richer, i can feel you
Stop the shooting, played by carlos santana Amor, ahora vengo mama chola mama chola
The poor is getting poorer, ahora vengo mama chola
There is no water to put out the fire, ahora vengo mama chola, pick pocking on the corner
Ho maria maria, growing up in spanish harlem
Thinking of ways to make it better, you re my lover