[Chorus 2x]
I roll slow through my city and Norwalk be the spot
Where Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot
Strolling through the One-Ways, the fun ways where I stay
And if you got some pleto homeboy bring it my way
[Verse 1]
I`m nothing but the real thing and to me you ain`t nothing
So step up to me ese so I can show you something
You know I`m always packing; I`m everything you`re lacking
And somebody like you, can`t handle someone like me
I`m never taken lightly
And if you think I`m bluffing come and try me
And you`ll see I`m just like my click
I`m getting crazy, amazing to be this fucking sick
A lot of down ass vatos but your the one I picked
To me you`re just a bitch, a stupid ass lame
Not even from a gang, just trying to claim the fame
I`ll tell you one more time, its Norwalk what I bang
We`re all sick in the mente, crazy insane
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I`m downing fools that shit talk
I represent the sick box
I`m wrapping fools in zip blocks
He had nothing but sick thoughts
Money filled in big pots
We`re never using eye drops
Never will our high stop
Never will our high stop
Bitches late at night tripping off the cloud of pipes
Starting a gun-fight with another rival
Shooting `em down with a rifle
The number One Gun is me
Remember when you change the Q in to C
But fuck the C I`ll cross it out
Right before I take you out
I`m taking a trip to the beach
And I`m throwing him off the at pier
Fear when I`m near, no one will hear
When I`m throwing him under
Fool, it`s the one whenever you think that I`m leaving
I`m leaving you bleeding
The Demon deceive `em whenever I`m coming ahead
Shooting them all until their dead, until their dead
[Chorus 2x]
Yeah...Little Peter Cuete
If anybody got offended by this motherfucking album
I just got one thing to say to you..
FUCK YOU!! Huh... little gun and I`m out
