Mexican Mobsters

[Audio From Casino]<br>At that time, Vegas was a place<br>Where millions of suckers flew in every year on thier own nickel<br>And left behind about a billion dollars<br>But at night you couldn`t see the deserts that surrounds Las Vegas<br>But it`s in the desert is where alot of the town`s problems are solved<br><br>[Bad Boy]<br>Mobbin down the street with a blue rag<br>And a sack and I look to the side like a pimp in the game<br>Lil bro what`s your name<br>Bad Boy from the C-L-I-K with A on the DL, so where`s the P-O`s<br>Duckin down on the mothafuckin side cause they`re lookin for my primos<br>What the fuck they want to D-O<br>With the lexus and hoes and a pocket full of c notes<br>And we mobbin in some regals, but we can`t hit the strip<br>Because the strip is like pack down, it`s the cause and put the gat down<br>We`re the fools that were talkin, so we got to put the smack down<br>But the levas always back down, mad doggin and fixed to let em know<br>But I got to hit that doujah killa weed, humped up in my birthday suit<br>Addin honey to my killa bee, better be cause you never see<br>3 loked up hold up there they go, put the dot to thier dome<br>Chrome 45 cocked backed ready tell me when aim steady loco<br>Let it go loco let em know that I spray wit the AK<br>All day every day til the day that I never should of die<br>Should`ve of known that we gang bang<br>Take it like a man but treat him like a bitch cause he`s from the other side<br><br>[Ese Brown]<br>Bang bang, when I kill em off, fill em all full of bullet holes<br>Faggot pussy gotta go turn around put your loks on<br>Keep actin hard in the yard trucha<br>Cut ya two more to let you know and there`s plenty more to go<br>1 2 3 mothafuckas graves laid down by the loco ese brown<br>Hyptnotized by the pound that`s scatered around<br>Beatin on every clown that copy cattin on my sound<br>Hold em up take the crown<br>Let me get the cane let me do my every thing<br>Let the bullets reign mothafucka sang<br>Take the life of an enemy shit instead of me<br>Let me see if your the murders mean any thing<br>7-0-2 wit a strap and a sack and a gat, matter of fact<br>Look at that, mothafucka got shot through the back<br>Smack down nothin cold in the cadilac<br>Cause I had a strap on my mothafuckin side<br><br>[Chorus]<br>My clip is fully loaded got my cuete right beside me<br>I`m born to die so let these mothafuckas find me<br>I show no love when I`m unloadin out the chamber<br>Buck, that`s what you get for tryin to put my life in danger<br>[2x]<br><br>[Ese Brown]<br>Okay, pull out your vusca let see who`s packin the big nuts<br>Look at that, hit em up with the big gat now the homie don`t know how to act<br>Clika, vamos chingamos any fools tryin to act ver miatamos<br>Any bitches tryin to get down cuamos C side clika controlondos<br>Where`s the mothafuckin weed at, pistos shave heads and a mothafucka bark alot<br>Down to scrap alot, bad boy pull the gat hit em up with the 45 calibur shot<br>I`m gettin down with the gang bang bang<br>Tear drops and casket, quick to pull a drive by<br>Street life ain`t no game, homicide, we ride I`m hangin out low rides<br>Ese Brown from the C-L I-K to the A<br>Kickin back with a mothafuckin primo, when I`m on a the D-O<br>Fuck around with the scarface hit em in the neck like casino<br>What they wanna G-O, fill em all with bullet holes<br>Let a mothafucka bleed hit em up with the bottle of caresin<br>Sparked the match, turned around and heard em screamin<br>When fuckin with a demon no lie<br>12 guage to the brain from a drive by<br>Livin my life in the fast line, cokane, insane to the brain with a fake name<br>What you claim, throw your mothafuckin gang signs hit em up from the side lines<br>Never mind mine, never try mine ese [be careful puto]<br>I`ll blow your mothafuckin brains man<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Romero "The New Mexican Lobo"]<br>I`m crawlin up out of the shadow, you ready to battle, gon make your head rattle<br>New Mexico Lobo, we doppin the vocals for all of your cholas and all of you cholos<br>I`m rollin deep in mi carro, a 72 Monte Carlo We dip us a limon sin palo<br>Tripped out in the mente muy malo, my clip`s loaded up with hollows<br>Hey Lobo get down to the point, I take real big tocasos, so big I swallow the joint<br>I twist the cap on my pito, a vato that`s listo parra des madre<br>A lobo that`s puttin in hales, I`m burnin a hole through your carne<br>Where ever we are, never it fails, smokin the dough, were mackin the hoes<br>We`ll throw in the doggs droppin the bombs, puttin it down when ever we drop<br>Shit doesn`t stop, forever we last, when ever we blast<br>We sprayin em down, we layin em down, no playin around<br>My cuete goes pop, til everyone drops<br>You`re fuckin wit mexican mobsters, got grip just like a red lobster<br>The brown neighborhood knight stalker, got ghost when I heard the chopper<br>I left no iwitness, took care of business, in it to win it, won`t stop til I`m finished<br>Right from the begining, til the ninth innin, I`m makin my feria loco