t compromise our ideas. No one ever said life would be easy. We're trapped. They make us think that we have to submit to survive. We won't give up. We
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh Uh, huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way Fully automatic when we let 'em lay "Aw shit
million on this uh huh Got ah couple milion on that (That's right) Got ah couple million on everything we do Can you sell that? And it didn't come easy round our way, We
, kid, chrome on the wheels I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil Word on the street, hope you're
the lah, we live this shit Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters Weed smokers, money holders
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost We can fly over the border "Let's go" [WOOSH!] So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed [BOOSH!] (
into the ride that my man had Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide I'm rainin' on him, faster nigga, oh yeah, we're gainin' on him Oh shit
me over a lot They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat And hold the door open, oh you're so sweet Of course
you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit Egyptian, brown
up on ya Chop up all these credit cards Career is all that laid up on ya Skeet skeet, Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya You know you really
With pistolo, call me tomorrow on the 'Rola The Ayatollah, strike back you're just a soldier For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared
vida loca It's called the crazy life Back with some shit that some people flip on Before your trip ese, here's something for you to trip on Talking about
of steelo Simon you're pretty bad but you ain't bad like me though Latino, eyes like a chino from smoking weed though everywhere that we go They say "Oh
hold ya As I drop a little taste for my race Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face Simon we're rolling, rag-top folding We're cruising slow
