(Talking)
Times are getting crazy holmes
Things are a lot different than they used to be homie
A lotta these foos need to back the fuck up
You know? Odale
Sittin at the bar just tippin the glass
Tryin to slow down my life cause its getting too fast
But I dont mind see its like quick in a flash
See that chick shes imaginin my dick in her ass
(Whoa!) Did I say that? Thats crazy aint it?
Just crazy lookin dont know how to explain it
Dont get me wrong homeboy Im not complainin
Dont get all mad Im not braggin Im just sayin
Just playin talk to me bout my music
Im just a vato thatll do it just to do it
I want nothing to do with phony people
Dont care what you like and dont care who youre cool with
Youre stupid actin like if Im the new kid
I know you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid
While I sat back and didnt give a fuck
Now rap is all I have so homeboy thats whats up
Homie please back up
Ten paces from the truck
Dont wanna press your luck
My bombll self destruct
Homie please back up
Ten paces from the truck
Dont wanna press your luck
My bombll self destruct
I dont forget about the past now Im kickin your ass
Ill do it again and laugh cause youre kissin my ass
Got a rented 45 and Im able to shoot
Itchy finger hare trigger and its pointed at you
Im not here to claim that Im all insane in the brain
Im just here to let you know Im not the same as you lames
Your evils comin to you; yell for help no ones runnin to you
You burnt them bridges, remember? So no ones fuckin with you
Aint got no friends, aint got no ends cause you keep burnin your people
Tell me when does it end? When will you realize that shit aint cool?
I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you
But theyre just kids they really dont know what to do
Dont worry mijo, itll come to you
And youll say fuck this fool
What was I thinkin about this vatos bein about a buncha dumb shit
Cant believe I used to bump this, fuck this
Homie please back up
Ten paces from the truck
Dont wanna press your luck
My bombll self destruct
Homie please back up
Ten paces from the truck
Dont wanna press your luck
My bombll self destruct
Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas
Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass
The ____s shakin just to break up the glass
But Ima catch you sleepin and pop a cap in your ass
Put the holes in my own car if thats where you are
Handle my shit then probably go back to the bar
Have me a drink, sit down and think about all the fuckin bullshit
That happened to me within this week
But Im three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow thats cold
I guess that explains so many units sold
I make jams youll bump hopefully when you get old
Im a good guy but sometimes I just explode
Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home
Put down the microphone and leave it alone
Turn off my phone
Because its bullshit the way it goes down
But my people really need me around, Chicano sound
