3 Lokos (feat. Shaquille O'Neal)

A todo', a ti sí, a ti, a ti sí te vo'a arrancar la cabeza I'm gonna chop your head off! A-a ti no te vo'a tener compasión A ti no te vo'a tener nada de compasión (ah!) Shut the fuck up, put your fucking guns up They look at me and think, "Man that's one loco motherfucker" The young homie trappin' out the lunch truck If you tryna rob on me and pushy? He gon' puck-puck Yeah, don't try to play me for no junkie On the internet, he hard, but in real life, he Humpty Dumpty Crackin' under pressure like a white bitch with no sunscreen I don't ride no waves, man, I go under, I'm like submarines I just got a mani, hands are lookin' beautiful You look like you won't shower, you got dirt under your cuticles You talkin' shit, but I can't hear you from your cubicles I text your lady, told her don't shave off your pubicles I'm well-known all across the land Who want the smoke, watch me turn into a rasta, man (blacka, blacka) I'm one loco Mexican I bring a knife to a gunfight, I'm crazy, son Ain't no love where I rest my head Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta) Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah) Even tough guys drop like flies 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta) Make a toast 'cause we're still alive 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah) Yeah, they'd rather see us dead or locked up in the penitentiary Sleep with body armor for the weapons formed against me I'm a big dog, you a poodle, you a Frenchie I don't wanna be involved if it ain't 'bout a Benji Leave me alone, I'm packing a chrome I would hate to go to jail for killing one of my own These hoes the same, I'm surrounded by clones Face pretty, head trash, what a waste of a dome (fuck you) Snuck up out a house, yeah, I had to tippy-toe I'm so grimy, but I'm still pretty though Premeditated murder, bullet through your chakra I chop your nuts off and hand them to your partner You can hate, but I gotta do what I gotta do Turning white kids to addicts before they're 22 See unfamiliar faces, I'm like, "Who the fuck is you?" I'm going apeshit, I belong inside a fucking zoo I play with these hoes, not no Yu-Gi-Oh This is real life, no, not no movie roll If it was, I'd be Peter Pan and you Rufio I got the laundry detergent for all you sucios Ain't no love where I rest my head Sleep with a vest, coming live from the wild, wild west (puta) Hundred thousand, man, that ain't no flex I've seen the youngins make a millie off of fraudulent checks (woo-ah) Even tough guys drop like flies 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (puta) Make a toast 'cause we're still alive 'Cause where I'm from, shit, not even the strong survive (woo-ah) They think I'm on the brink of my insanity He ain't spitting like this for the money, then what can it be? Momma managed me, Papa was in the military I come from The Bricks where the option is just the cemetery I get in the mix, opposite of the Ben & Jerry's I did it for kicks, like my position was Vinatieri's Y'all forgot I'm the doc, go get your dictionaries Then you can get your pictures ready for obituaries Unpredictable, penmanship is the principle Invincible, to any instruments I put my mental to Lyrically, you are not a Schnicken, you don't get the Fu Irresistible, it's time to make the truth admissible Skills miserable, mistaken think Shaquille's diss-able Make you miss-able, you already know my physical Made the Earth lift-able And anybody trying to get on a song, I promise I'ma make your verse skippable I heard you had it then, but not today though Don't tell him where I might go, tonight show, today show I'm in the drop, way low, ridin' with fuego They call me "Papi Grande", "El Padrino Negro" Coyote Vine aquí Viva la México Paraba-bam, rabam-bam Rasta hommes