Up to No Good

Down for nada bueno, who you think that you're fucking with?

Pinche vieja, better watch what you're talking, bitch

I roll with cholos from las calles de Califas

No me digas que no sabes, si ya sé de tus mentiras

You're a puta babosa y te la rayo en tu cara

Why can't we be friends? Nah, yo soy antichavala

And that's palabra that you know nada about

That's why I dropped you like the fake that you are, know you ain't down

I got enough with the perras that I got

You could've came rough, but that's just something that you're not

Stupid-ass ho, you were never on my level

So go and talk your shit so I can see you in that suelo

I'm that 51/50, original soldada

Down for the few but some firme camaradas

Now don't get it twisted, this don't get me down

I love my bomb-ass pelonas who don't fuck around

I heard they down for the homies that ain't up to no good

Down for mis perros that ain't up to no good

Down for the homies that ain't up to no good

On the block posted up, straight not givin' a fuck

I heard they down for the homies that ain't up to no good

Can't you tell that we're looking for trouble?

Down for the homies that ain't up to no good

I'm sick and tired of these fake-ass fools tryna switch up

Two-faced vatos acting hard, then they bitch out

Putos talking shit all over the place

But when you see them cara a cara with a smile to your face

I guess that's all homie, part of the planes

Porque quieren lo que tienes, saben todo lo que haces

Now ain't that something? 'Cause now, you gotta look out

I'm a bad girl now, watch out, cáele, get down

I'm in your town, broken teeth, with a gang of camaradas

Up to no good ridin' low, locos en la ranfla

Handling business 'cause I gotta get paid

And just as I thought, you got nada to say

We came to play, mean muggin' trick, dumb-ass groupie

We were never homies, never, never even knew me

So now you wanna get to know me, share a laugh, que no

You wanna kick it with nosotros? Oh, hell no

I heard they down for the homies that ain't up to no good

Down for mis perros that ain't up to no good

Down for the homies that ain't up to no good

On the block posted up, straight not givin' a fuck

I heard they down for the homies that ain't up to no good

Can't you tell that we're looking for trouble?

Down for the homies that ain't up to no good

See, I'm up to no good in my caddy Fleetwood

Never Hollywood 'cause I'm down for my hood

Street soldiers slangin' boulders like I spit sixteens

Midget Loco, Ms. Krazie with that killa team

Fuckin' dreams make you scream, ese CRC

My camponeros so tough, we'll make you shit and pee

You're 86'd out the game, chop you down like trees

I'm the bee, you the honey, you will feel my sting

I'm a G to the tee with my 501 jeans

Bald head tagged down with some Aztec ink

My partner brown, never pink, so you both just see

Stop talking so much shit 'cause yo breath just stink

Yuck mouth, no doubt you will feel my pain

A shit talker 'round the block, but you ain't got no game

Stop fakin' the funk, you a punk-ass lame

I'm holdin' it down for my homies that are catching the chain

I heard they down for the homies that ain't up to no good

Down for mis perros that ain't up to no good

Down for the homies that ain't up to no good

On the block posted up, straight not givin' a fuck

I heard they down for the homies that ain't up to no good

Can't you tell that we're looking for trouble?

Down for the homies that ain't up to no good