Hoover Street

She is a Salvador immigrant,
Head through a thin wall.
A frail hooker,
Holding a _
Gleaming sky scraper,
Bunker he looked down.
Laugh hysterically,
And then he spread around.
On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little,
(the) kid cashed the hoes.
Of a _ girl,
She kind of made you spill.
Her brother Mario,
Got shot 4 times in da head.
Now see poor Mario,
he caught a hot one,
through the lung.
Now he's done so god bless him.
And the cocaine,
Moves through their system,
Like a river forever wandering
To the last party of the under/loner class.
(distance) just a bunch of kids,
Who don't wanna finish last.
Now see the market place,
Has changed the weight of the scale.
You either get out and die,
Or go to jail.
And your best intentions,
Splinter and fail.
And a few weeks of promises,
And intentions fail.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
Oh Yeah.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
OOHH YYEEAAHH!
They kick a bottle of beer and a letter,
Simple things made Mario feel better.
You see it falls on you,
And it falls on me,
Self-annihilation, catastrophe.
Two packs of cigarettes for $2.70,
And a bottle of wine that's been opened.
And he said, why do I do this.
A shiver through his body,
Like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me.br
He said it's who I am being back to it.
Off the deep end the record changed.
You see, no one stood up,
And cheered for him.
Everyone sat down,
With something that happened.
Began, to happen.
It's an old school dorm mystery,
And the handcuffs bleed...
It's a glass-pipe murder.(x2)
Oh Yeah.
It's a glass-pipe murder.(x2)
OOHH YYEEAAHH!
Who was the killer.... it's in the...
Oh Yeah...