Los Marijuanos - Cheeba Cheeba lyrics

(Voices) Cheeba Cheeba La Mota Hah Ha... I got what you need ... (Chorus: Pony Boy) Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll I got the Yescas ready to ball Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Pick up my Delivery you know my sh** is raw Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll I got the Yescas you make the call Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Don't be scared of the mutha f**ing Law (Pony Boy) I got the M-E-T-H-O-D ... MAN! 18 wheeler filled up to the can! Taking pre orders VIP to the fans Serving everybody to the mid West lands Like Al Capon I'm bad to the bone King of Chicago where ever I may Roll! Like Metallica spaced out battles like Galacticah Amsterdam Status check your Apparatus Taker to your mind and see who's the baddest Your friend the heal-ah medical heal-ah! From the government I take like a steal-ah! God forgive but I Gotta live I always puff up then I pa** cause I give Pot of gold break the f**ing mold Keep on going cause you know I'm gonna hold... (Chorus) (Scribe) La Mota la cargo Yo todo el tiempo La tengo que fumar cada momento Se-Ciente bein es como la meil Entre mas omorosa mas peligrosa De todas las mujeres la mas hermosa La compro la vendo la fumo y en el trabajo tambien la consumo Como saco un cinco consumando un deis resando dispues El mundo esta a mis peas (Yo Scribe I need 300 pounds by tomorrow homie... [Sobre]) (Scribe) El Conectado la mafia de Mi Lado Cin nigon problema mi la paso deste lado Mi enquenterian en los balles Siempre reparteindo Puro con mis cuates no mas consumiendo La Mota repartida la chota se mordeda Hay que mocharse no hay otra saleda (Chorus) (Psychodrama) Another deal is Seal Contract twisted and tied in saran wrap Big fam expanded the map Keep it smack staff in the a** crack Everyone grab a blunt n***a pa** that! (pa** that sh**) Ten dollar flap jacks for my weed For my weed things stank green and cream from the swamp Whatchu need Some booger sugar my nugar Oh I got some fire big thing three for fifties I'm bagging up twats f** them laws We having a party in the back with some finkies (wha) They keep pa**ing me Twinkies Tonight ain't over yet, we gonna turn to astronauts Special K, vicadins and purple mica dimes With juke juice moon shining cool your mind (ay but what about the ecstasy dog?) (Chorus) Cheeba Cheeba (8x)