Il-de-france

Caliente Caliente
Caliente Caliente

Catch you on the streets
stomp yo fucken head out homie
in the gutter and
I'll watch the blood flow
into one of the sewer things that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

that's the shit, dog
I'll throw a rock, I'll take down a giraffe
You dont even know me
I'll go the L.A. zoo and fucking take
these mother fuckers out

The gorrillas the dinosaurs
any mother fucker that's alive
on the side of the freeway
I'll stab a corpse

I dont know, there's blood all over the highway, yeah.

Catch you on the streets
stomp yo fucken head out

Catch you on the streets.
that's how it goes down
with you and me on the streets
and the clowns
fuckin push him on the ground
tryina catch yourself
fuckin break your wrist
while your tryna catch your fall
when your fallin on the floor
and you also slip and fall
and hit your head on the ground
and I'll be laughing with my homies as
we look down
"look at this mother fucker, looks like he broke a bone... oh dang, he did! So, let's just roll home"

shit, shit, son.
I only gotta tell you
"Catch you on the streets, mother fucker, let this be an example
don't be fucking with my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother fucking face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead like a bitch"

I'm mad, grimy, nasty. Grimy ass niggas fuck with jenky shit.

I dont like hearin' none of that bullshit because I gotta smack a mother fucker 25 times.

Catch you on the streets Stomp yo fucken head out

What? say what? mother fucker aint got time.
(I'll) Gat you at sears, chase you down here
and, I dont know, found you in the dressing room, naked.
started to beat the shit out of you
chopped yo dick off with a mother fucking box cutter
and I laughed, with laughter
ay brother
shit.
What the fuck?
outta here
left with the blood all over the love, the fucking dressing room
Inside of sears. Mother fucking tryna steal a tuxedo for yourself.

Caliente Caliente.