[Intro: Male Gangster]
You know what, mane?
I'm gonna say something, mane, that I been dying to say, mane, for a long time
[Verse 1: Ese Rich Roc]
Órale ese, let's load the shotgun up
To show them all that S. F.L.Y. don't give a f**
Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down
So throw on the 'Frisco
And roll through the brown side of town
In the fleet line
Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm
With my homies, and all of them are packin'
If you got pleito, yo te voy, we'll be attackin'
Hardcore cholo
Maybe you didn't know, so
You think I'd give you a chance, and laugh, f** no
Show no mercy
Like the veteranos who still kick it
Throw on the Sly, Slick and Wicked
And turn up the oldies a little higher
Drive a little slower like my O.G. Lowrider
See, I'm insane, so roll out with no shame
You f** with me, I settle the score with pain
Just look at the chavalas I k**ed
Look at the cemeteries I filled
And, I, still, will, get ill, until
You heard the message, you already should have knew it
Mato a todos, Soy Eighteen With A Bullet
[Chorus: Pete Wingfield]
I'm eighteen with a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger
I'm gonna pull it
[Verse 2: Ese Rich Roc]
Nosotros rifamos marijuanos
You think you a loco, no, not even almost
Bring all your socas, down to my rifa
I'll be the one with your b**h down at Tequila
And when I see ya a**, I'm gonna blast
Fruca, it fast, it's remember in the past
With my sawed off shotgun, no, the job's not done
Till I point the cuete and watch all scrapas run
Cause when I'm f**ed up, I don't give a sh**
Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits
And when I aim, I don't miss
Simon, just another motherf**er on my sh** list
How many's this, mane
Could take, nobody knows
All I can say is, "Don't f** around, holmes"
Because I'm down to be brown to the heart
And it's that Chicano Power that starts to set us apart
Soy diez y ocho with a bullet
Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I'd do it
To get rid of all these sissy a** vatos
And let 'em know you don't f** with the loc's Mexicanos
[Chorus: Pete Wingfield]
Got my finger on the trigger
I'm gonna pull it
I'm picked to clip now
I'm a son of a gun
[Verse 3: Ese Rich Roc]
Smoking juras, runnin' from la jura everyday
Run into my rucas to get laid
Go up in it, then roll to mi varrio
The down side get f**ed up till tomorrow
Loco por vida is my life, so let me live it
No los chingamos todos
And you can't deal with the Loc's, Latino
Why don't you watch me go
Trigger happy and start cappin' and watch the people
Run for cover and k** another dumb lie
Won't be givin' a f** as I see your stupid a**es drop
To the ground, now you found, you don't f** around
With the Foolish Loco Youngster, down to die
S. F.L.Y., talkin' more sh** than you ever could
To get down, sh**, I'll walk through your neighborhood
But if you roll through my hood, you should trucha
Cause if you don't
Well, we just might shoot ya
That's how we are, that's how I am, that's how we k**
Talk some sh**, I'll pull out the cuete, then I will
Go insane and aim, and then pull it
Mato a todos, Soy Eighteen With A Bullet
[Chorus: Pete Wingfield]
I'm eighteen with a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger
I'm gonna pull it
Yes I will
{*gunshot*}