歌手:Cypress Hill
专辑:《Iii (Temples Of Boom)》

作词 : Freese, Muggs, Reyes
You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it,
I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your feria
In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the
Eastside area4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop 'til
I get done
Sometimes
I don't even need my gat
But ****'s getting deep and
I gottaBlast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery'
Cuz jacking is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the '85
MustangOne-time got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til
I'm doneNow the puercos got me on the run
You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it,
I got your keys
In my possession with my
Smith an'
WessonTaking out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of that clique with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the cuete4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The robbery don't stop 'til
I get done
Some ****** do this **** for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run
From barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
CesarioHanging out with
MarioLooking for a place to hide on the
West sideSpank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til
I'm doneNow the one-time got me on the run
One-time's not down with us
Now they're lookin' for my ride, but
I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vato like me'
Cause I'm one broke *********** in need
Desperate, what's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your padre
This is for the time you would give me the jale4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol' ************, got him a gun
Bla-on, took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now
I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought
I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will
I be runnin'
Last thing
I heard was the ******' gat hummin'