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

1: B-Real & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash the door with the quickness up
for the crop, and I heard you pussies talk about
Don't try nothin', if you me to the [?]
Don't say a word, be over, suicide
[?] smoked out, the (cash? Dash in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how many seconds left before ass is done (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, tell me new
This homie here won't to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get your ass up), a good boy
Would you put the cameras out for your [?]
Don't even think about the strap up in your
Cooperative when I leave you're alive
In fact, I only want your cash crop, not your life
(you can get [?] crop), but not your life
So settle down, I don't 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

[Chorus: Jacken]

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[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we for more with our pockets full
Layin' down the plot, blueprints for another
Smokin' up the spot while I quit, we're
Jack spot and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's around the way
for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] here we
Grippin' outta
Takin' it to other
Homie, go the back
Go in I kill the lights
Sack up
mean nothin' with a fuckin' knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until it's
pounds, smell it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', be tellin' hoes, leave fucked up

[Chorus: Jacken]