Ay ese, ay homes, I wanna get jumped in the neighborhood, I wanna be
Downbe down with
The clicka wa**up? I want you vatos to jump me in, c'mon homes I'm down
I'm down for
Mines, es mi varrion
[Verse 1: Frank V]
So you wanna be a gangsta, and build your rep
Well kick back and I'll tell you how step by step
First-you gotta show your homies that you're down
To back up the varrio, to back up the town
You either walk the linea
Or throw some chingazos with the main vatos
Get you a** kicked and give up some blood
Now you got a placaso
That's a nickname like shadow or huero
Watch out for the rat pack-get yourself a filero
Or better yet get a cuete
Rememeber red is for Norteno, blue is for Trece
Sureno, the north and the south
Stop mad dogging me punk or I'll bust you in the mouth
Now you're dressed in black
And you're ready to attack, but just remember ese-
There's no turning back!
Yeah yeah homes. I see what you're saying homes. I know there's no
Turning back ese. Now
I'm in it, that's what counts, now it's time to party ese simon. Ay
Let's go get some pisto
Homes. I got some jainas on the line too. Call up the homies ese, we'll
Just kick back tonight
Homes, listening to some oldies, you know just party homes
Now! Kicking back with the jainas and the homies-
That's the fun part
But when sh** starts
You better have heart
They give you a cuete and say "shoot!"
You better shoot or you're gonna get the boot
"So there's your target pull the trigger
Or get your a** jumped out like you got jumped in or even quicker!"
Rolled up like a tamal
Remember gang banging is a full time job
No one has time for a part time loko
Pretty boy mocoso
Wanna-be mafioso
Talking loud saying that you're the craziest one
But when sh** hits the fan you're always the 1st to run
And that's a straight out chavala!
Remember accion es mejor que palabras
Action speaks louder than words and remember that
And also remember ese- there's no turning back!
Damn ese! It was krazie last night! Chingo de jura fuccen swooped on us
In the parque
Something like ten car loads. Them placas was deep. They found a cuete
In my ranfla; fool
Was trying to get a murder on me ese saying I was a prime suspect in a
Dr ive by homes. I
Might do a lil' tiempo, but you know, f** it. Two beans in a bucket ese
Que no? My homie
Said I won't do too much time for that pedo. I'm ready for the pinta
All the homeboy are in
There anyways
So I heard that you got some tiempo
Compared to pinta life on te street was simple
But it didn't take an Einstein
To tell you that all gangster do time
Some do a year or so
Some are on d**h row
Life without parole
But you can go through this, just stick to raza
And mind your own business
It's kinda like the streets
But now there's a man
To tell you when you can't do it
And when you can
Your homies don't visit you, and you don't understand
No jainas in sight, so say hello to your right hand
And say good-bye to your familia
Cause when you mess up in here fool
They'll k** you!
Only your memory will be livin'
But it was your decision
There's no turning back!
Damn homes...maybe you were right. This isn't how I planned it. I
Thought it would be a
Party here with all the homies. Chale! There's nuttin to do here but
Tiempo. Maybe when I get
Out homes I'll start my life over. Yeah yeah! That's what I'll do
Settle down with my wife ese
Get a jale, and put all this sh** behind me homes. Just forget about it
All homes. Just leave it
All behind me...yeah..I only got about..ten or eleven more years and
I'll be out..f** it ese, I
Guess you were right homes...t here's no turning back...