Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes
What you thinkin' homes
Wait 'till he turns around homes
(Echoed) watch-out

All right I got your back homes, let's go
Come on ese let's go
Let's do it

You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I come with the wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya
How you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya

Just the locotes
Drumin' out the potes
Got a new hollay
Jackin' in the noche

Give me your faya
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya
We got in the east side every guy

Four and three and two and one
Thievery don't stop 'till I get done
Sometimes I don't even need my gat
But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back

'Two' thievery 'one' robbery 'one' robbery
'Cause jackin' is my hobby
Give out that money, jewelery and your keys
To the five-o outside on wheels

Later out with the '85 Mustang
One-time got me on the radar
Pousha
And ya don't stop 'till I'm done
Now the Puercos got me on the run

Police Radio
"LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on one eight seven, headed westbound
On central and Ninety-second, armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red
Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madelin three two
Armed and dangerous suspects known"

You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I got your keys in my possession
With my Smith and Wesson
Takin' out all my aggression

Check it out ese
You're lookin' at the jefe
Off that clicker with a big bad trese

I'll teach you a lesson
No question
Get your ass out, now you're passin' out
When ya looked at the glente

Four and three and two and one
The robbery don't stop 'till I get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the Puercos got me on the run

From bodio
Two bodio
Lookin' for anybody-o
Cessadio
Hangin' out wit madio

Lookin' for a place to hide
On the west side
Spank got my back over there it right
And it don't stop 'till I'm done
Now the One-time got me on the run

(Police radio)
"LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight, aw shit!"
(Two shots ring out)

How you like me now pouto?
Fuck you pig
Let' go homes
It's the fuckin' bus eh
Get on ese

Right here homes

One-times not down with us
Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a rapper like me
'Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need

Desperate
What's goin' on in the mente
Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping

Borrocho from the cerveza he's sipping
No me vale madre
Gabacho prey to your padre
This is one the time you wanna give me the jale

Four and three and two and one
This old muthafucka got him a gun
Blam!
I took one to the knee-cap
Things happen so fast

Now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
Though I had it all figured out with a paper
No longer will I be running
Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming