ESE, cholo
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 gang bang
Because I do it when I have to when it's every f**in' 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 a** 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 k**
'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
Simon I'm f**in' bad to the bone
And all I could say is don't f** around holmes
'Cause I'm a Mexican Gangster
(Si mon)
Mexican Gangster
(16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster
(Born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness Mexican Gangster
(Si mon)
Mexican Gangster
(16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster
(Born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness Kickin' that Crisco, smokin' and tokin' we heard a blast
You should've seen how fast we jumped off of our a**
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**ed up good
'Cause now they're gambling with their lives
And it's about time they lose Never f** with the vato in the Sure no 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 low ride
Toma las laves I threw 'em in the ignition
Orale now we're on another f**in' mission
Turn on the radio on came the Rolls Homeboys in the back loading up the pistols
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 home boy'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**ed up now the shells will be stackin'
16 With a bullet pero bad to the bone
Don't f** around holmes 'cause I'm a Mexican Gangster
(Simon)
Mexican Gangster
(16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster
(Born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say
"Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that motherf**er away"
I said, "Charles, 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 sh** their pants
Take a look over there, damn some fine hyenas
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** 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 motherf**er 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**ed up once and I hope
That's what you realize, now how the f** 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 k**ing
Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice
Now f** that sh** for sure will get 7-25 to life
But f** that sh** 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 chignon carbon
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 sh** over the telephone
And Sand Diego is the place where all my home boy's roam
And all I could say is don't f** around holmes, 'cause I'm a Mexican Gangster
(Simon)
Mexican Gangster
(16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster
(Born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness Mexican Gangster
(Simon)
Mexican Gangster
(16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster
(Born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness Mexican Gangster
(Simon)
Mexican Gangster
(16 with a bullet)
Mexican Gangster
(Born with the ways)
Mexican Gangster born with the badness Mexican Gangster