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Orale
las pilas gwey?..
Este tiene un chingo de feria
!? Esta es la mascara
Vamonos. dale

[Verse 1: B-Real & Sen
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I you pussies talk about
try nothin', if you lead me to the [?]
Don't say a word, be over, suicide
[?] out, where the (cash? Dash in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how many seconds before your ass is done (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, tell me new
This homie here won't hesitate to put a in you
(Death threat, get ass up), that's a good boy
Would you put the cameras out for your [?]
Don't even think the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative I leave you're still alive
In fact, I only your cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your life
So down, I don't wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, it up and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the
Hit the ride, hear my screechin' in the back

Sick Jacken]

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[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for more with our pockets
Layin' down the plot, blueprints for another
up the spot while I quit, we're invincible
Jack your spot and we take your and run
Got my eye on my [?], just around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's to play
Judgin' by the odds we can hit it and hondalē
[?] here we
Grippin' outta
it to other heights
Homie, go around the
Go in I kill the lights
Sack up
Don't mean nothin' with a knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', it all until it's done
Fifty pounds, smell it all around, yeah we up
Easy pickin', don't be hoes, leave fucked up

Sick Jacken]