tu dit que t´aime les juif et tu dit que t´es un vrai arabe! oui, tu as raison maintenant je sais que tu es un vrai arabe. et les eses t´encullent, tout les carnal en prison te defoncent toi et ta clique de beur et de chocolat, homie!
tiens j´ai trouver une bonne chanson
Mexican Gangster
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ESE, CHOLO!
[Lil´ Rob]
Orale holmes, this is Lil´ Rob
Comin after you from San Diego, Southern Califas
Mexican gangster yeah that´s the name of the jam
And it´s to all those locos that like to gangbang
Because I do it when I have to when it´s every f**kin week
And always kickin it with my homies
But could swear they´re always tweaking
But the only drug I use is marijuana
People tell me not to smoke it
But I´ll smoke it if I wanna
Cause right now living in the fast lane
So tell me what´s wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane
And when I fight I fight mano a mano
Por que si mon I´m a down ass Chicano
I´ll say it again I´m down for mine ese
Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete
And then I´ll call you a chavala
As I rock over the jam in my ´62 Impala
And if you shoot you better kill
Cause if you don´t and you won´t
But then I will
You won´t rest in peace you´ll rest in pain
Why, because my mind clicks
To be insane in the brain
Si mon I´m f**kin bad to the bone
And all I could say is don´t f**k around holmes
Cause I´m a...
{Chorus 2x}
Mexican Gangster, ( si mon)
Mexican Gangster, ( 16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster, ( born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness
Kickin that Cisco, smokin and tokin we heard a blast
You should´ve seen how fast we jumped off of our ass
We ran outside just to check out what it was
It´s a Mexicano thing
I ain´t no Crip or Blood
Dark in the garden so I couldn´t see
Though I looked to the light and I saw my Primo
Laying there moaning; That´s all I hear
But right now Lil´ Rob ain´t got time to shed a tear
We picked him up, we took him home and called the ambulance
Those vatos f**ked up good
Cause now they´re gambling with their lives
And it´s about time they lose
Never f**k with the vato in the Sureno blues
To the Mexicana Madre, let´s pull a drive-by
So when we lose one, that´s when they seem to lose about five
But we´re not satisfied holmes until they all die
So orale let´s jump in my lowride
Toma las llaves I threw ´em in the ignition
Orale now we´re on another f**kin mission
Turn on the radio on came the Rollas
Homeboys in the back loading up the pistolas
Orale they´re loaded
It´s time to do it
I just got my drivers license cause I´m 16 with a bullet
Not alone, my homeboy´s in his Bomb
And to you puto´s you won´t last long
See I´m with my homies and all of them are packin
You vatos f**ked up now the shells will be stackin
16 With a bullet pero bad to the bone
Don´t f**k around holmes cause I´m a...
{Chorus}
Now as we´re driving away I hear a youngster say
" Yo Lil´ Rob let me blow that mothaf**ker away"
I said " Chales, jump out the ride"
He opened up the door and then he jumped outside
he said " Orale", then " arrato"
I said " Hey we´ll be back little vato"
So off we go to the other barrio
Not cruising too fast we´re always cruising slow
We saw somebody started running cause they took a glance
They didn´t have time to shit their pants
Take a look over there, damn some fine hynas
Too bad they´re playing dice throwing their signs at us
But it´s alright
We´re looking for the fool who shot my Primo
Cruisin slow and guess who we see so
We crept up in the Bomba and took a look
So Lil´ Rob said " Que onda"
I said f**k it jumped out the bucked he had a bat
So he swung and so I duck and I saw his face
So I stuck it with a right left, right left
I made him suffer holmes
And then I put the nine milli to his backbone
I said " Hey mothaf**ker don´t breathe
Cause right now Lil´ Rob really wants to see you bleed"
I flipped him over put the gun between his eyes
I said " You f**ked up once and I hope
that´s what you realize, now how the f**k does it feel
You played at your own risk and now you found out I´m for real"
Boom boom back in the raffla I´m reminiscing
With a tear in my eye cause it´s my raza that I´m killing
Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice
Now f**k that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life
But f**k that shit it´s time to go home
No longer cruising slow I´m rushing to my canton
I´m thinking what my Primo wanted me to do
You think he´d want me to serve life for a punk or two
Or even cry over him for a couple of days
Damn raza we´ve got to change those evil ways
Though soy chingon cabron
Like Al Capone always holding my own
Walking alone in the S-D anger zone
Si mon bad to the bone
Not the one to talk shit over the telephone
And Sand Diego is the place where all my homeboy´s roam
And all I could say is don´t f**k around holmes
Cause I´m a...
{Chorus 3x}
Mexican Gangster -echoing gangster gangster gangster-