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Times are getting crazy holmes |
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Things are a lot different than they used to be homie |
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A lotta these foo's need to back the fuck up |
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You know? Orale |
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Sittin' at the bar just tippin' the glass |
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Tryin' to slow down my life 'cause it's getting' too fast |
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But I don't mind see it's like quick in a flash |
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See that chick she's imaginin' my dick in her ass |
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(Whoa!) Did I say that? That's crazy ain't it? |
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Just crazy lookin' don't know how to explain it |
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Don't get me wrong homeboy I'm not complainin' |
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Don't get all mad I'm not braggin' I'm just sayin' |
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Just playin' talk to me bout my music |
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I'm just a vato that'll do it just to do it |
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I want nothing to do with' phony people |
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Don't care what you like and don't care who you're cool with |
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You're stupid actin' like if I'm the new kid |
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I know you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid |
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While I sat back and didn't give a fuck |
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Now rap is all I have so homeboy that's what's up |
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Homie please back up |
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Ten paces from the truck |
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Don't wanna press your luck |
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My bomb'll self destruct |
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Homie please back up |
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Ten paces from the truck |
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Don't wanna press your luck |
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My bomb'll self destruct |
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I don't forget about the past now I'm kickin' your ass |
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I'll do it again and laugh 'cause you're kissin' my ass |
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Got a rented 45 and I'm able to shoot |
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Itchy finger hare trigger and it's pointed at you |
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I'm not here to claim that I'm all insane in the brain |
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I'm just here to let you know I'm not the same as you lames |
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Your evil's comin' to you; yell for help no one's runnin' to you |
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You burnt them bridges, remember? So no one's fuckin' with you |
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Ain't got no friends, ain't got no ends 'cause you keep burnin' your people |
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Tell me when does it end? When will you realize that shit ain't cool? |
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I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you |
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But they're just kids they really don't know what to do |
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Don't worry mijo, it'll come to you |
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And you'll say fuck this fool |
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What was I thinkin' about this vato's bein' about a buncha dumb shit |
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Can't believe I used to bump this, fuck this |
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Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas |
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Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass |
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The shakin' just to break up the glass |
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But I'ma catch you sleepin' and pop a cap in your ass |
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Put the holes in my own car if that's where you are |
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Handle my shit then probably go back to the bar |
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Have me a drink, sit down and think about all the fuckin' bullshit |
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That happened to me within this week |
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But I'm three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold |
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I guess that explains so many units sold |
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I make jams you'll bump hopefully when you get old |
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I'm a good guy but sometimes I just explode |
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Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home |
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Put down the microphone and leave it alone |
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Turn off my phone |
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Because it's bullshit the way it goes down |
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But my people really need me around, Chicano sound |
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