| Alright
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| Yeah
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| Aye man
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| I can’t trust nobody
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| Gotta watch these fools
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| Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit
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| Never know just what they’ll do
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| So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage
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| Good enough to do the damage
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| Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click
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| So before I reach for that clip
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| All these vatos need to get a grip
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| These pinche vatos don’t like me
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| Vato never met me
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| Vato likes to talk though
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| Roll him up like a taco
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| Do him gatcho
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| Homeboy whats the problema
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| Put you’re name on this balas
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| Scratch you’re name off Leva
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| Fucking haters
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| You’d don’t like me cuz my rap
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| Maybe cuz you can’t put it down like this or like that and thats a fact
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| You got a long way to go before you fucking with me homes
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| San Diego the city that I spit for
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| Puts it on the map ese what you talking shit for
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| Simon homey Imma get more
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| Keep it bouncing like a Fleetwood against a 64
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| We’ll try a double talk and flip the script
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| Fuck around and get your lip slip real quick an shit
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| No need to hear that
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| I tilt my beer back
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| Until I’m spittin so hot so hot and it don’t stop
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| I can’t trust nobody
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| Gotta watch these fools
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| Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit
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| Never know just what they’ll do
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| So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage
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| Good enough to do the damage
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| Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click
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| So before I reach for that clip
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| All these vatos need to get a grip
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| Vatos hasn’t been out in a while
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| I hope he just forgets and gets out
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| Waits to long to come back
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| Gets left out
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| But that ain’t happened homeboy
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| It’s time to stress out
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| Cuz I ain’t going nowhere
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| You got a problem
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| We can step out
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| If there’s anything I learned from the brawl
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| It’s the bigger they are
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| The harder they fall
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| And the smaller they are
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| The faster they run
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| But I won’t run
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| Win or loose a little blood on my shoes
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| A couple bruse on my fist
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| Handcuffs on my wrist
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| Just for putting it down
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| And getting em up
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| Just like this
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| Homey get sick like sida
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| Out on the Calle
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| Living la vida loca
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| Where we get crazy on the daily
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| I remember being crazy even as a baby
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| I was chilling
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| A future microphone villain
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| I would pick it up
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| And spot on the mic
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| And call it a night
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| I can’t trust nobody
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| Gotta watch these fools
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| Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit
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| Never know just what they’ll do
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| So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage
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| Good enough to do the damage
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| Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click
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| So before I reach for that clip
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| All these vatos need to get a grip
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| Simon I used to know him
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| I don’t know him no more
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| Yeah we kicked it
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| But I can’t associate myself with bitches
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| Ratas or snakes
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| Phonies or fakes
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| One time is all it takes
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| There’s no room for mistakes
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| Those are the breaks
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| I’m one of the greats
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| L-R the great 1218
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| The one they hate
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| And I’ll be spittin'
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| Mic ripping until I can’t no more
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| Giving all these silly suckas what they’re asking for
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| I can’t trust nobody
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| Gotta watch these fools
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| Cuz half these fools just wanna go and cause some shit
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| Never know just what they’ll do
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| So I keep a 22 just in case right on my hip it’ll manage
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| Good enough to do the damage
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| Keep it loaded just like a sonar with an extra click
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| So before I reach for that clip
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| All these vatos need to get a grip |