Don't talk about crimes that you saw, you don't wanna get mix in the war. Hell you crazy if you think there could ever be peace with the streets & the police.
Forget about the faces you saw, is a bit of casualties & war. Hell you crazy, if you think there could ever be peace with the streets & the police.
Wicked smilling, aluminates the stage right before the raping ballad. Lyrically an assassing, dashing when the cops feel they're crashing. Shot, kill, play tearial slash. Who'm I should blast. ? L.A. Pigs that are rats. Hands in the bag, pull a fat stash from the pocket, & I higher then a NASA rocket. Black & white as you shake to pray. Fuck around & live the next day. Ok, when I rolling in the streets of the guero, when know down like a perro.