作词 : Freese, Muggs, Reyes You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya It's the the locote coming out the bote I got a new jale jacking in the noche Give me your feria In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya in the Eastside area4 and 3 and 2 and 1 The thievery don't stop 'til I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gat But ****'s getting deep and I gottaBlast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery' Cuz jacking is my hobby Give me that money, jewelry and your keys To the five-o outside on deez Later, out with the '85 MustangOne-time got me on the radar Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm doneNow the puercos got me on the run You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I got your keys In my possession with my Smith an' WessonTaking out all my aggression Check it out, you're looking at the jefe Of that clique with the big bad trece I teach you a lesson, no question Get your ass out now you're passing out When you look at the cuete4 and 3 and 2 and 1 The robbery don't stop 'til I get done Some ****** do this **** for fun Now the puercos got me on the run From barrio to barrio Looking for anybody, oh CesarioHanging out with MarioLooking for a place to hide on the West sideSpank got my back over there right And it don't stop 'til I'm doneNow the one-time got me on the run One-time's not down with us Now they're lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a vato like me' Cause I'm one broke *********** in need Desperate, what's going on in the mente Taking from the rich and not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza He's sipping, no me vale, madre Gabacho pray to your padre This is for the time you would give me the jale4 and 3 and 2 and 1 This ol' ************, got him a gun Bla-on, took one to the kneecap Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper No longer will I be runnin' Last thing I heard was the ******' gat hummin'
作词 : Freese, Muggs, Reyes You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya It's the the locote coming out the bote I got a new jale jacking in the noche Give me your feria In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya in the Eastside area4 and 3 and 2 and 1 The thievery don't stop 'til I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gat But ****'s getting deep and I gottaBlast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery' Cuz jacking is my hobby Give me that money, jewelry and your keys To the five-o outside on deez Later, out with the '85 MustangOne-time got me on the radar Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm doneNow the puercos got me on the run You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it, I got your keys In my possession with my Smith an' WessonTaking out all my aggression Check it out, you're looking at the jefe Of that clique with the big bad trece I teach you a lesson, no question Get your ass out now you're passing out When you look at the cuete4 and 3 and 2 and 1 The robbery don't stop 'til I get done Some ****** do this **** for fun Now the puercos got me on the run From barrio to barrio Looking for anybody, oh CesarioHanging out with MarioLooking for a place to hide on the West sideSpank got my back over there right And it don't stop 'til I'm doneNow the one-time got me on the run One-time's not down with us Now they're lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a vato like me' Cause I'm one broke *********** in need Desperate, what's going on in the mente Taking from the rich and not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza He's sipping, no me vale, madre Gabacho pray to your padre This is for the time you would give me the jale4 and 3 and 2 and 1 This ol' ************, got him a gun Bla-on, took one to the kneecap Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper No longer will I be runnin' Last thing I heard was the ******' gat hummin'
