[Lil' Rob] 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 gangbang Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin 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 ass 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 kill 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 Si mon I'm fuckin bad to the bone And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes Cause I'm a...
{Chorus 2x} Mexican Gangster, (si mon) Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet) Mexican Gangster, (born with the ways) Mexican Gangster born with the badness
Kickin that Cisco, smokin and tokin we heard a blast You should've seen how fast we jumped off of our ass 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 fucked up good Cause now they're gambling with their lives And it's about time they lose Never fuck with the vato in the Sureno 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 lowride Toma las llaves I threw 'em in the ignition Orale now we're on another fuckin mission Turn on the radio on came the Rollas Homeboys in the back loading up the pistolas 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 homeboy'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 fucked up now the shells will be stackin 16 With a bullet pero bad to the bone Don't fuck around holmes cause I'm a...
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Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say "Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that mothafucker away" I said "Chales, 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 shit their pants Take a look over there, damn some fine hynas 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 fuck 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 mothafucker 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 fucked up once and I hope that's what you realize, now how the fuck 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 killing Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life But fuck that shit 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 chingon cabron 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 shit over the telephone And Sand Diego is the place where all my homeboy's roam And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes Cause I'm a...
