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Orale
las pilas gwey?..
Este tiene 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 the door with the quickness up
for the crop, and I heard you pussies talk 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 your ass is done (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, tell me new
This homie here hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get ass up), that's a good boy
Would you rather put the out for your [?]
Don't even about the strap up in your backpack
when I leave you're still alive
In fact, I only want cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your life
So down, I don't wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, give it up and another day
and sacks, backpack 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 for more with our pockets full
Layin' down the plot, for another pull
Smokin' up the while I quit, we're invincible
Jack your spot and we take shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's just the way
for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] we come
Grippin' site
Takin' it to heights
Homie, go the back
Go in when I the lights
Sack up
Don't mean nothin' with a fuckin'
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, fucked up

Sick Jacken]