The 1918 flu pandemic (the "Spanish flu") was an influenza pandemic, and the first of the two pandemics involving H1N1 influenza virus (the second was the 2009 flu pandemic, an outbreak of swine flu). It was an unusually severe and deadly pandemic that spread across the world. Historical and epidemiological data are inadequate to identify the geographic origin. Most victims were healthy young adults, in contrast to most influenza outbreaks, which predominantly affect juvenile, elderly, or weakened patients. The flu pandemic was implicated in the outbreak of encephalitis lethargica in the 1920s.
The pandemic lasted from January 1918 to December 1920, spreading even to the Arctic and remote Pacific islands. Between 50 and 130 million died, making it one of the deadliest natural disasters in human history. Even using the lower estimate of 50 million people, 3% of the world's population (which was 1.86 billion at the time) died of the disease. Some 500 million, or 27%, were infected.
Tissue samples from frozen victims were used to reproduce the virus for study. This research concluded, among other things, that the virus kills through a cytokine storm (overreaction of the body's immune system), which perhaps explains its unusually severe nature and the concentrated age profile of its victims. The strong immune system reactions of young adults ravaged the body, whereas the weaker immune systems of children and middle-aged adults resulted in fewer deaths.
Girl you say you want to leave me
You say we're done
Just when I was changing
That's when you tell my love
Oh girl, can't you see the way I feel
You schould know my love is real
Our love is too strong, we throw it all away
I still love you baby
Dont walk away from me
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Dont leave me now, please don't go
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Dont walk away from me
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
dont leave me now, please don't go
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
You say that you don't trust me
What does it take?
To regain your trusting
Could it be that I'm to late?
Oh girl, we tried before to go our seperate ways
Why can't we see theres just no other way
I swear this time I'll try to make it right
I still love you baby
Dont walk away from me
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Dont leave me now, please don't go
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Dont walk away from me
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
dont leave me now, please don't go
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Yo espero que un dia (un dia)
Tu has de comprender (has de comprender)
Que como el tiempo todo cambia
Y tu amor no quiero perder, oh girl
Siempre pienzo solo em ti
Tu eres el amor que yo perdi
Tu eres la única para mi
I still love u baby
Dont walk away from me
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Dont leave me now, please don't go
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
Dont walk away from me
Girl 'cause you're the treasure of my heart
dont leave me now, please don't go
[Chorus: Ese Daz]
Come fly with me (Let's get high)
Take a hit of mari (Let's get high)
We smokin', smokin', smokin' (Let's get high)
We tokin', tokin', tokin' (Let's get high)
Come fly with me (Let's get high)
Take a hit of mari (Let's get high)
We smokin', smokin', smokin' (Let's get high)
We tokin', tokin', tokin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Ese Daz]
Wouldn't you like to go with me on a peaceful journey?
Stricken, just smokin' with ya family
Get away from your 9-5
Stressed out, burned out, leave all your troubles behind
Paying no mind
Come roll
With me
Take a hit
Indo, mary jane, get rid of the pain
Life be real like Cheech & Chong, come on, just hit the bong
So pass the douchie to the left hand side
Inhale, exhale, make you feel alright
I got ya feeling free and hairy, like Bob Marley
Spanish groove, Latin yesca, that's who we be
And after P3
We're at the Deuce Three
E-Dubb, Khool-Aid, Knoc-turn'al and all the homies
Motivated to get intoxicated, wasted, faded
Inflated, so meditated, now my pain's all leviated
So here's a toast, from me to you
Smoke it up, drink it up, whatever you wanna do, oooh
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Johnny D]
Sit back, relax and enjoy ya high
We tell ya ways of a N-Y-D, from killa Cali, Spanish F.L.Y
Got ya lifted
Y-O-U up high, floatin' through the sky
Don't trip
It's a Friday high night
With some
Bomb, chron' in the
G bong
I don't smoke everyday, but every other day in song
Forget about your troubles, ain't nobody burstin' bubbles
Everybody forms a huddle when we smokin' on that trouble
Come on, let's all, let's ride, get high
To the limit
Take a trip and step into my mind
Picture this {*exhale*}
Then I pass it to the right of me
Frisky, giving up the ass to get high with D
Drastic
If I ain't got none in my system
I had a chance to get some pussy, but I had to viz
For that grassy green, indo weed
Put ya lips on mari and come fly with me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: El Fino]
Pardon me, excuse me, while I
Kiss the sky
Purple haze be the ticket to smoker's paradise
Take a hit of the mari-j-uana, time to take flight
Jump on the wings on the pilot, enjoy the ride
Stop..
Now feel the effects of the high
Sittin' on top of the world
Stomp on light
Looking down from cloud nine, living life, watching time fly
T-H-C helps to stimulate the mind
4/20 365, 24-7
I'm smoking a blunt
As I'm walking up the stairway to heaven
It's all
Natural
God's gift to man
A sticky-icky that we smoke from L.A. to Amsterdam
So let's
Fire it up, take a hit, but don't choke
Prepare ya, fill ya lungs of all that Harley smoke
Relax your mind and let your soul be free
Get up, stand up, come fly with me
[Chorus]
[Ese Daz:]
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
[Ese Daz:]
Yeah
Once again, it's on (Gangsta, gangsta)
Spanish F.L.Y. got it goin' on (Gangsta, gangsta)
Yeah (Gangsta, gangsta)
Spanish F.L.Y.
The originators of this oldies gangsta shit (Gangsta, gangsta)
18 With A Bullet, remember that? (Gangsta, gangsta)
Mato la todo, soy 18 with a bullet (Gangsta, gangsta)
Check it out (Gangsta, gangsta)
The desperado (Gangsta, gangsta)
[Verse 1: Ese Daz]
Orale ese, pull the trigger and bust
Spanish Fly Loco Youngsters don't give a fuck
In '89, 18 With A Bullet and O.G. Lowrider
In '99, loco, we're still gettin' higher
Off the yesca, jura, marijuana takes me to the place
Where I think back
Reminisce about the good ol' days
Back in high school, sportin' Nike Cortez
Panotin, Raider hat, and Ben Davis
Like a fool
Sorted through the streets at night
Not giving a fuck about gettin' shot cause that's the crazy life
Vida loca
For dealo coca
Watch my back, lookin' out for the soca
Cause it's a must
That I keep my eyes open at all times
Like a soldier at war, staying awake to survive
It's a shame, man, he had to die
But it's reality
Livin' La Vida Loca, gangsta mentality
[Chorus: Ese Daz]
Crazy life in the barrio (Barrio)
Drinking tequila out the bottle (Bottle)
Bangin' to the fullest til the day we die
Bald-headed, goatee in the gangsta rise
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Ace]
Trucha
They call me A-C-E
Puttin' it down with the E-S-E D-A-Z
Spanish F.L.Y. two, comin' through
Droppin' gangsta shit
For the pull of a led
Where the hustlers make pay, slangin' yay
In the streets, hidin' out from the cops
Puttin' our rocks in the socks
Making sure they don't drop
Cause it's all about the dollar, dollar bill y'all
Dinero
The ferria
The scrilla
To buy the alcohol, weed
And clothes we need
Rent a hotel room and make a rata drop to her knees
While she suck my dick, El Niko hits it from the back
And Lil' Blue's filming it
Drinkin' cognac
Making our own X-rated videos
Selling it to the homie in the barrio
That's how the locos do it in the H
Crazy life, getting high, fucking hoes everyday
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Johnny D]
I was about 18 years old, crusing the streets of the hi-zzigh
With a bald ass head, throwing up the H til I d-izzie
Packing a pistol on these whinos like a desperado
The two can kick with a draw of wits
Dropping them points, that are hollow
While are we
Coming off
Of a journey through the streets
Music bumpin' House, Chronic, Coolsie, gradually
We walks in, it ain't nothing but a gangsta party
White tees, shade, FEDs, a gang of weed and some 40's
And these skirts
Showing us so much, get so high
They on fire
We Spanish F.L.Y., we'll taste the muzz, giving a female, we desire
Oh yeah, Lil' Blue, showin' proof, spittin' game
Me and Ace, in the back, smoking dank, feeling eazy
DJ Bubu, give me the mic so I could blaze
I got the homies saying "Ho," and the ladies saying "Hey"
As I leave
With a skirt
Looking as tight as a noose
Suckers wanna set trip, I'm a put on my tech nine and let loose
Boom
[Verse 1: Ese Daz]
One in the morning, holmes, I walk outside
To see what's going on, what's poppin' tonight
I see my homie Lil' Pee Wee
Smoking some shurn
Letting it burn real easy
Headed for the motherfuckin' spot
Where fools make moola, just slangin' that rock
And watch your back from the Foolish Lil' Youngsta
Crazy ass, bald-headed cholos takin' over
Putting in much work out on the calles
From the Harbor Area, all the way down to the valle
Throwin' up their clicka
They live to die in the streets of the reifa
And got a lot of fucking pride in what they do
It's the crazy ass life in the barrios, fool
Eses
For motherfuckin' life
They don't give a fuck and they live to die
[Hook: Ese Rich Rock]
[scratching]
"Ese"
"Cholo"
[scratching]
"Ese"
"Cholo"
[scratching]
"Ese"
"Cholo"
[scratching]
"Ese"
"Cholo"
[Verse 2:]
I squeeze the trigger as soon as it came
They call him Chico when he's the man
Thirteen years old and got his (???) beds
Bumblebee shirt and a rag on his head
A .22 sittin' in his fuckin' pocket
Ready to fuckin' blast when somebody tries to take his cash
Cause that's all he has to live for
Slangin' that G-ride, weed and Crystol
So he can roll like the ballers do
A clean ass ride, big phone and a gang of fools
Jealous
Because he has shit poppin'
And has your heina's pannies droppin'
That's how it is in the Harbor streets
Fuck all the bitches and kill all your enemies
Eses
For motherfuckin' life
They don't give a fuck and they live to die
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Point the fuckin' gun to your motherfuckin' head
Give up the cash or your ass is dead
A little crazy vato standing four feet tall
Ready to kill, holmes, they gots the balls
So I suggest that you just give up the cash
Or else you'll end up being another story from the past
A little cholo's everyday routine
Jackin' up the vato and come up with the green, hmm
And these little locos are greedy
Won't even give up any to the fucking needy
So veteranos, you have to watch out
If you try to jack the youngsta, you might get taken out (Watch out)
We try to unveil the ropes of the game
So if they kill you, you got yourself to blame
Eses
For motherfuckin' life
They don't give a fuck and they live to die
[Daz Dillinger in background]
[Daz Dillinger:] Yeah...
Ese Daz and Dat Nigga Daz, you know what I mean
We kickin' it like this
[Ese Daz] Yeah
It's Ese Daz from the real Spanish F.L.Y.
[Daz Dillinger:] Yeah
[Ese Daz:] Start them engines (And you know that)
Yo, Daz Dilli, you ready?
[Daz Dillinger:] Spanish F.L.Y.
Tell 'em what's up
[Verse 1:]
[El Fino:] You don't wanna fuck with the black and brown
Snatch the crown and lay
Everybody down
[Ese Daz:] Get down
[El Fino:] Face down in the coca
Motherfucker
That's what you get livin' the crazy life, vida loca
Diein' slowly
(???)
(???)
Mama tellin' me it's corrupted, infested
Influenced by street demons (???)
[Ese Daz:] Foolish Loco Youngsters and D.P.G. mobsters
5-6-2, 3-1-0 Southside Riders
[El Fino:] Adversaries get buried, devoured by the hour
And you hear the sounds of the rounds and you see the gun powder
Bow, get on your kness and come to please
Subliminal, subterrainian individuals
With street concrete heat lyrics that'll ignite
Activate
Get ready for war and take flight
[Chorus: Ese Daz]
5-6-2 to the 3-1-0
Big pimpin' on the grind, fa' sho
Money, choppy
Hoes, let's go
Let's go, we
Burning down the house
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
I can't hold it
No one's showin' when I'm givin' it up
It's me and Ese Daz, doing it up and givin' it up
Get your groove on, move on to the next
Lookin' for that hot mami, which one will I pick
Hit the switch on the low-low's, up on the low pro
You know I do my thang in looking for them bad hoes
Looking for them gushes, them fine good-lookin'
Mami ruca doin' her thang and everybody lookin'
To all y'all haters, stop guessin'
We strapped for protection
Teaching all and y'all a valuable lesson
We out for the money, respect and the power
It's me and Ese Daz, and this spot is ours
Cause we will never stop (We never stop)
And all y'all fools will drop (Click-click)
It's Dogg Pound fa' sho
Dough comin' out the Vol' do
E-Dub and Khool Aid
Pocos Pero Locos
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
[Ese Daz:] From the port of Los Angeles to Long Beach
Let's take 'em to the streets and serve 'em California heat
Like the Italians on an American meet
Causin' overdoses
Uncut gangsta potions
[Daz Dillinger:] Ese, where you from?
[Ese Daz:] The city's by the ocean
Pacific, to be exact
West coastin'
Panchos and Bennotens, bald-headed and braided
We made it, never faded, always hated, never duplicated
It's Ese Daz from the real Spanish F.L.Y.
We rise, stakin' high, off the tequila sunrise
[Daz Dillinger:] Every, every, everybody, better get they strap
We bustin' 'em gats, puttin' them fools on the map
Tic-tac, , they shouldn't did that
Blowing they head back and blowing they rib back
5-6-2, 3-1-0
[Ese Daz:] Spanish F.L.Y. and D.P.G.
On the grind, fa' sho
[Chorus x2]
[Daz Dillinger:]
(N/A)
Verse: 1
The last time you said, goodbye
I really believed, that it was over..
I cried out my tears, through the nite
I prayed, i'd never hold another
Bridge:
Where did love, take to, back then
I never meant to bring, you pain
It was the man, that you needed in me
Just to be strong, for you baby, and set you free, yeah
Chorus:
Believe in me, and you will see girl
Believe in me, believe in you and me
Believe in me, always my lover
Believe in me, aww baby, just believe....
Verse: 2
I'll never forget, what we shared
Unconditional love, and a family.. yeah
You were always there, just holding on
To that perfect dream, now its just a memory
Bridge:
Chorus:
You know what, mayne?
I'm gonna say something, mayne, that I been dying to sing, mayne, for a long time
Orale ese, let's load the shotgun up
To show them all that S. F.L.Y. don't give a fuck
Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down
So throw on the Frisco
Through the brown side of town
Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm
With my homies, and all of them are packin'
If you got pleto, yo te voy, we'll be attackin'
Maybe you didn't know, so
You think I'd give you a chance, at last, fuck no
Throw on the Sly, slick and wicked
And turn up the oldies a little higher
Drive a little slower like my O.G. lowrider
See, I'm insane, so bola with no shame
I settle the score with pain
Just look at the chavalas I kill
Look at the cemetaries I filled
And, I, still, will, get ill, until
You heard the message, you already should have knew it
Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet
Chorus: Ese Rich Rock
Got my finger on the trigger
I'm gonna pull it (Watch out...)" --] Pete Wingfield
Nosotros rifamos marijuanos
You think you a loco, no, not even almost
Bring all your socas, down to my rifa
I'll be the one with your bitch down at Tequila
And when I see ya, ass, I'm gonna blast
FUKA, it fast, it's remember in the past
With my sawed off, shotgun, know the job's not done
Til I point the cuete and watch
Cause when I'm fucked up
Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits
Simon, just another motherfucker on my shitlist
How many's this, mayne
All I can say is, "Don't fuck around, holmes"
Down to be brown to the
And it's that Chicano
(?) with the starts to set up apart
Diez y ocho with a bullet
Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I do it
To get rid of all these sissy ass vatos
And let 'em know you don't fuck with the loc's
"Got my finger on the trigger
I'm picked to click now
I'm a son of a gun" --] Pete Wingfield
Smoking juras, runnin' from the jura everyday
Run into my rukas to get laid
Go up in it, then roll to mi barrio
The down side get fucked til tomorrow
Loco por vida is my life, so let me live it
Nomos chingamos todos
And you can't deal with the
Why don't you watch me go
Trigger happy and start cappin' and watch the people
Run for cover and kill another dumb lie
Won't be givin' a fuck
As I see the stupid asses drop
To the ground, now you found, you don't fuck around
With the Foolish Loco Youngster, down to die
S. F.L.Y., talkin' more shit than you ever could
To get down, shit, I'll walk through your neighborhood
But if you roll through my hood, you should trucha
Well, we just might shoot ya
That's how we are, that's how I am, that's how we kill
Talk some shit, I'll pull out, the cuete, then I will
Go insane and aim, and then pull it
Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet