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

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

[Chorus: Sick

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

[Chorus: Jacken]