Mexican Mobsters

At that time, Vegas was a place Where millions of suckers flew in every year on thier own nickel And left behind about a billion dollars But at night you couldn't see the deserts that surrounds Las Vegas But it's in the desert is where alot of the town's problems are solved Mobbin down the street with a blue rag And a sack and I look to the side like a pimp in the game Lil bro what's your name Bad Boy from the C-L-I-K with A on the DL, so where's the P-O's Duckin down on the mothafuckin side cause they're lookin for my primos What the fuck they want to D-O With the lexus and hoes and a pocket full of c notes And we mobbin in some regals, but we can't hit the strip Because the strip is like pack down, it's the cause and put the gat down We're the fools that were talkin, so we got to put the smack down But the levas always back down, mad doggin and fixed to let em know But I got to hit that doujah killa weed, humped up in my birthday suit Addin honey to my killa bee, better be cause you never see 3 loked up hold up there they go, put the dot to thier dome Chrome 45 cocked backed ready tell me when aim steady loco Let it go loco let em know that I spray wit the AK All day every day til the day that I never should of die Should've of known that we gang bang Take it like a man but treat him like a bitch cause he's from the other side Bang bang, when I kill em off, fill em all full of bullet holes Faggot pussy gotta go turn around put your loks on Keep actin hard in the yard trucha Cut ya two more to let you know and there's plenty more to go 1 2 3 mothafuckas graves laid down by the loco ese brown Hyptnotized by the pound that's scatered around Beatin on every clown that copy cattin on my sound Hold em up take the crown Let me get the cane let me do my every thing Let the bullets reign mothafucka sang Take the life of an enemy shit instead of me Let me see if your the murders mean any thing 7-0-2 wit a strap and a sack and a gat, matter of fact Look at that, mothafucka got shot through the back Smack down nothin cold in the cadilac Cause I had a strap on my mothafuckin side My clip is fully loaded got my cuete right beside me I'm born to die so let these mothafuckas find me I show no love when I'm unloadin out the chamber Buck, that's what you get for tryin to put my life in danger Okay, pull out your fusca let see who's packin the big nuts Look at that, hit em up with the big gat now the homie don't know how to act Clika, rifamos chingamos any fools tryin to act ver matamos Any bitches tryin to get down culeamos C side clika controlamos Where's the mothafuckin weed at, pistos shave heads and a mothafucka bark alot Down to scrap alot, bad boy pull the gat hit em up with the 45 calibur shot I'm gettin down with the gang bang bang Tear drops and casket, quick to pull a drive by Street life ain't no game, homicide, we ride I'm hangin out low rides Ese Brown from the C-L I-K to the A Kickin back with a mothafuckin primo, when I'm on a the D-O Fuck around with the scarface hit em in the neck like casino What they wanna G-O, fill em all with bullet holes Let a mothafucka bleed hit em up with the bottle of caresin Sparked the match, turned around and heard em screamin When fuckin with a demon no lie 12 guage to the brain from a drive by Livin my life in the fast line, cokane, insane to the brain with a fake name What you claim, throw your mothafuckin gang signs hit em up from the side lines Never mind mine, never try mine ese I'll blow your mothafuckin brains man I'm crawlin up out of the shadow, you ready to battle, gon make your head rattle New Mexico Lobo, we doppin the vocals for all of your cholas and all of you cholos I'm rollin deep in mi carro, a 72 Monte Carlo We dip us a limon sin palo Tripped out in demente muy malo, my clip's loaded up with hollows Hey Lobo get down to the point, I take real big trocasos, so big I swallow the joint I turn on the cap of my pito, a vato that's listo para el desmadre A lobo that's puttin in jales, I'm burnin a hole through your carne Where ever we are, never it fails, smokin the dough, were mackin the hoes We'll throw in the doggs droppin the bombs, puttin it down when ever we drop Shit doesn't stop, forever we last, when ever we blast We sprayin em down, we layin em down, no playin around My cuete goes pop, til everyone drops You're fuckin wit mexican mobsters, got grip just like a red lobster The brown neighborhood knight stalker, got ghost when I heard the chopper I left no iwitness, took care of business, in it to win it, won't stop til I'm finished Right from the begining, til the ninth innin, I'm makin my feria loco