[Male Gangster]
You know what, mayne?
I'm gonna say something, mayne, that I been dying to sing, mayne, for a long time
[Ese Rich Rock]
(Verse 1)
Orale ese, let's load the shotgun up
To show them all that S. F.L.Y. gets the job done
Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down
So throw on the Frisco
And roll
Through the brown side of town
In the fleet line
Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm
With my homies, and all of them are packin'
If you got pleto, yo te voy, we'll be attackin'
Hardcore cholo
Maybe you didn't know, so
You think I'd give you a chance, at last, hell no
Show no mercy
Like the veteranos
Is still kickin'
Throw on the Sly, slick and wicked
And turn up the oldies a little higher
Drive a little slower like my O.G. lowrider
See, I'm insane, so bola with no shame
You mess with me
I settle the score with pain
Just look at the chavalas I kill
Look at the cemetaries I filled
And, I, still, will, get ill, until
You heard the message, you already should have knew it
Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet
Chorus: Ese Rich Rock
"I'm eighteen
With a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger
I'm gonna pull it (Watch out...)" --] Pete Wingfield
(Verse 2)
Nosotros rifamos marijuanos
You think you a loco, no, not even almost
Bring all your socas, down to my rifa
I'll be the one with your bitch down at Tequila
And when I see ya, ass, I'm gonna blast
FUKA, it fast, it's remember in the past
With my sawed off, shotgun, know the job's not done
Til I point the cuete and watch
All escapas, run
Cause when I'm buzzed
I don't quit
Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits
And when I aim
I don't miss
Simon, just another leva
On my hitlist
How many's this, mayne
Could take
Nobody knows
All I can say is, "Don't mess around, holmes"
Because I'm
Down to be brown to the
Heart
And it's that Chicano
(???) with the starts to set up apart
Soy
Diez y ocho with a bullet
Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I do it
To get rid of all these sissy ass vatos
And let 'em know you don't [{*fuck*}] with the loc's
Mexicanos
Break: Ese Rich Rock
"Got my finger on the trigger
I'm gonna pull it
I'm picked to click now
I'm a son of a gun" --] Pete Wingfield
(Verse 3)
Murder going on in the area
Anyone start pleto, hun
I'm daring ya
Cause I'm carrying a shotgun
Finger on the trigger
It takes a second to figure out
I'm
Loco por vida, it's my life, so let me live it
Nomos chingamos todos
And you can't deal with the
Loc's
Latino
Why don't you watch me go
Trigger happy and start cappin' and watch the people
Run for cover and kill another dumb lie
Won't give a damn
As I see these silly socas drop
To the ground, now you found, you don't mess around
With the Foolish Loco Youngster, down to die
S. F.L.Y., talkin' more mess than you ever could
To get down
Or walk through your neighborhood
But if you roll through my hood, you should trucha
Cause if you don't
Well, we just might shoot ya
That's how we are, that's how I am, that's how we kill
Talk some mess, I'll pull out, the cuete, then I will
Go insane and aim, and then pull it
Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet
Repeat Chorus
[Ese Rich Rock]
"Yes I will" --] Pete Wingfield
{*gunshot*}
