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

1: B-Real & Sen Dog]
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
Don't try nothin', if you me to the [?]
say a word, it'd be over, suicide
[?] smoked out, where the (cash? 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 heard the sound, tell me new
This homie won't hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get your ass up), a good boy
Would you rather put the out for your [?]
Don't even think the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative when I you're still alive
In fact, I only want your cash crop, not life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your back
So settle down, I don't let the metal spray
Lead the way, it up and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack of cash, out the door
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 while I quit, we're invincible
Jack spot and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to
by the odds we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] here we
Grippin' outta
Takin' it to other
Homie, go the back
Go in when I the lights
up everything
Don't mean nothin' 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

Sick Jacken]