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  • Verse 1:
    First Off Track 1
    This My *********** Theme Song
    Fools Keep Going Back & Forth
    Like Ping Pong
    Keep The Bomb In The Cut
    Smell That **** Strong
    Rep For My Latinos
    That's The Type Of S*it We On
    Homies On The Calles
    Yeah They Keep That Chrome
    So Basically I Give A ****
    Bout Selling Ringtones
    All That S*it You Trying To Do
    You Know I Had That Done
    Since The Start Of This
    In Two-Thousand & ****** One
    I've Hit Them Billboards
    I've Had Arenas Packed
    Basically I've Had Chicano Rap
    All On My Back
    And Yeah I Rep That Proud
    Rep For My Latinos Loud
    And **** The New School Sounds
    I Ain't Sellin' Out
    You Won't Catch Me With No Hat
    Pointed Sideways
    Holding On Some Skinny Jeans
    Ese Looking Hella Gay
    But Guaranteed To Stay
    G'd Up From The Feet Up
    You Can Hate & Duplicate All You Want
    But You Will Never Be Us Ese
    Chorus:
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    One Phone Call
    Make You Cry & Bleed
    Keep That Pistol On My Hip
    Looking Chinese
    Laughing At You
    Looking At The World
    Through This Visine
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Now You Looking At The World
    Hooked Up To An Iv
    Verse 2:
    Vato Thought He Was Slick
    Until He Got Out Of Pocket
    Gave That Fool A Pass
    Now He's Confident Walking
    Got Right Back To Me
    And Then I Heard He Was Talking
    Homies Put Em On The Phone
    And Then They Got Right Back To Stompin'
    Its A Jack Move
    Call It Check Mate
    You're A Wannabe Ese
    Just A Template
    You Can Sit & Hate
    As I Hit The Next State
    Its That Triple Steak
    On My ****** Next Plate
    I'm In The Studio
    And Homie Steady Bailing Out
    With The Wila
    S*it Don't Make Me Have To Spell It Out
    Mr. Criminal Coming With
    Some S*it That Sellin Out
    All Through Out The World
    But You Know What Thats About
    A Loyal Fan Base
    Backed With Some Homies Holding SK's
    Honestly You Couldn't Go Against That
    On Your Best Day
    West Way
    Yes Yay, Bud, Meth Slangin
    West Side Bangin'
    Southern California Claimin' Homie
    Chorus:
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    One Phone Call
    Make You Cry & Bleed
    Keep That Pistol On My Hip
    Looking Chinese
    Laughing At You
    Looking At The World
    Through This Visine
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Now You Looking At The World
    Hooked Up To An Iv
  • Verse 1:
    First Off Track 1
    This My *********** Theme Song
    Fools Keep Going Back & Forth
    Like Ping Pong
    Keep The Bomb In The Cut
    Smell That **** Strong
    Rep For My Latinos
    That's The Type Of S*it We On
    Homies On The Calles
    Yeah They Keep That Chrome
    So Basically I Give A ****
    Bout Selling Ringtones
    All That S*it You Trying To Do
    You Know I Had That Done
    Since The Start Of This
    In Two-Thousand & ****** One
    I've Hit Them Billboards
    I've Had Arenas Packed
    Basically I've Had Chicano Rap
    All On My Back
    And Yeah I Rep That Proud
    Rep For My Latinos Loud
    And **** The New School Sounds
    I Ain't Sellin' Out
    You Won't Catch Me With No Hat
    Pointed Sideways
    Holding On Some Skinny Jeans
    Ese Looking Hella Gay
    But Guaranteed To Stay
    G'd Up From The Feet Up
    You Can Hate & Duplicate All You Want
    But You Will Never Be Us Ese
    Chorus:
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    One Phone Call
    Make You Cry & Bleed
    Keep That Pistol On My Hip
    Looking Chinese
    Laughing At You
    Looking At The World
    Through This Visine
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Now You Looking At The World
    Hooked Up To An Iv
    Verse 2:
    Vato Thought He Was Slick
    Until He Got Out Of Pocket
    Gave That Fool A Pass
    Now He's Confident Walking
    Got Right Back To Me
    And Then I Heard He Was Talking
    Homies Put Em On The Phone
    And Then They Got Right Back To Stompin'
    Its A Jack Move
    Call It Check Mate
    You're A Wannabe Ese
    Just A Template
    You Can Sit & Hate
    As I Hit The Next State
    Its That Triple Steak
    On My ****** Next Plate
    I'm In The Studio
    And Homie Steady Bailing Out
    With The Wila
    S*it Don't Make Me Have To Spell It Out
    Mr. Criminal Coming With
    Some S*it That Sellin Out
    All Through Out The World
    But You Know What Thats About
    A Loyal Fan Base
    Backed With Some Homies Holding SK's
    Honestly You Couldn't Go Against That
    On Your Best Day
    West Way
    Yes Yay, Bud, Meth Slangin
    West Side Bangin'
    Southern California Claimin' Homie
    Chorus:
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    One Phone Call
    Make You Cry & Bleed
    Keep That Pistol On My Hip
    Looking Chinese
    Laughing At You
    Looking At The World
    Through This Visine
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Woof
    I'm The Last Of A Dying Breed
    Now You Looking At The World
    Hooked Up To An Iv