[Verse 1: Mr. Sancho]
Trucha me puedes enfrentar en la calle
Pues caile cuando des respeto, homeboy
I`ll hit ya and it hurts your madre
Chale, no me van a torcer por ti
Aveguanzarme a mi
Porque no me vales nada a mi
I be - the true O.G
S to the A to the N to the C-H to the O
Screamin hyna`s invitadas complicadas
Are runnin in my templo, por ejemplo
I`ll show it to you nice and simple
Puttin my tongue all around your nipple
Once you take a bite out of my brown pickle
Shoot like a pistol with a clip
Disparando all of it
Porque nos toca fumar pura mota and when I do
I smoke all of it
Celosos no avanzan
Rayando le las madres
Saludos a la raza que saludan en la calles
Hey morenita
What`s your name?
What`s your size?
I fantasize
About me dippin` between them thighs
I saw the look you gave me
Like sayin boy just take me
Do it like if you rape me
But no I don`t want your baby
Just lay me
Down on the ground let`s go
Mr. Sancho`s gonna give you all of that sensual sensual flow
Now you know where I am where I stay and where I be
I be chillin with the Hynas in the calles of S.D
Big 1-3 I see my bride to be lookin at me
She`s playing hard to get but I`ll still get her sprung on me
For everybody playin - just smoke a dub
For everybody hatin - my finger goes up
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
To everybody playin - just smoke a dub
To everybody hatin - my finger goes up
Celosos no avanzan
Rayando le las madres
Saludos a la raza que saludan en las calles
[Verse 2: Lil` Rob]
Kickin` it with the homies
The homeboys who can get down
You say you wanna step up
We have to take a step down
That`s something that I won`t do
That`s nothing that I might do
Disrespect once leva
I`ll never like you
You fucking vatos trip me out
With the things you talk about
Claim that you don`t like to talk
But then you go and run your mouth
Take that you got enemies
Well homeboy listen to me please
Don`t kick back with enemies
Or else they`re not called enemies
Heard me on the radio
But they hardly play me though
Yo baby yo baby yo
Lil` Rob will steal the show
Jump into the cadillac
Don`t know if I`ll be coming back
Shit you though I wouldn`t be
Homie you know that couldn`t be
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mr. Sancho]
Aqui estoy otra vez
With the chronic smoke up in my chest
Tirando gran versos sientes en los huesos
Orcando peso sacando los dedos
Lil` Rob, Mr. Sancho
{?} ready to haunt you
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Ya pocket swoll homie
Cuz ya never know homie
??? will be your death
Truly part
Look up over your head now watch your heart
Bust a rap
Then I fiddle makin you think like a riddle
Group a competition like a little sack of kibble
Then I smoke a little indo at the mothafuckin window
Enter this vibe
I`m gonna be suckin on some nipple
Gonna be ticklin her a little
Gonna be penetrate through the middle
It`ll be better than extasy
Ohh la la si si
I`m trippin off hennessy homie (si homie)
[Chorus] - with ad libs
Ad lib till fade...
