CLIKA ONE - Mexican Mobsters lyrics

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[Audio From Casino]

At that time, Vegas was a place

Where millions of suckers flew in every year on thier own nickel

And left behind about a billion dollars

But at night you couldn't see the deserts that surrounds Las Vegas

But it's in the desert is where alot of the town's problems are solved

[Bad Boy]

Mobbin down the street with a blue rag

And a sack and I look to the side like a pimp in the game

Lil bro what's your name

Bad Boy from the C-L-I-K with A on the DL, so where's the P-O's

Duckin down on the mothafuckin side cause they're lookin for my primos

What the fuck they want to D-O

With the lexus and hoes and a pocket full of c notes

And we mobbin in some regals, but we can't hit the strip

Because the strip is like pack down, it's the cause and put the gat down

We're the fools that were talkin, so we got to put the smack down

But the levas always back down, mad doggin and fixed to let em know

But I got to hit that doujah killa weed, humped up in my birthday suit

Addin honey to my killa bee, better be cause you never see

3 loked up hold up there they go, put the dot to thier dome

Chrome 45 cocked backed ready tell me when aim steady loco

Let it go loco let em know that I spray wit the AK

All day every day til the day that I never should of die

Should've of known that we gang bang

Take it like a man but treat him like a bitch cause he's from the other side

[Ese Brown]

Bang bang, when I kill em off, fill em all full of bullet holes

Faggot pussy gotta go turn around put your loks on

Keep actin hard in the yard trucha

Cut ya two more to let you know and there's plenty more to go

1 2 3 mothafuckas graves laid down by the loco ese brown

Hyptnotized by the pound that's scatered around

Beatin on every clown that copy cattin on my sound

Hold em up take the crown

Let me get the cane let me do my every thing

Let the bullets reign mothafucka sang

Take the life of an enemy shit instead of me

Let me see if your the murders mean any thing

7-0-2 wit a strap and a sack and a gat, matter of fact

Look at that, mothafucka got shot through the back

Smack down nothin cold in the cadilac

Cause I had a strap on my mothafuckin side

[Chorus]

My clip is fully loaded got my cuete right beside me

I'm born to die so let these mothafuckas find me

I show no love when I'm unloadin out the chamber

Buck, that's what you get for tryin to put my life in danger

[2x]

[Ese Brown]

Okay, pull out your fusca let see who's packin the big nuts

Look at that, hit em up with the big gat now the homie don't know how to act

Clika, rifamos chingamos any vatos tryin to act bad matamos

Any bitches tryin to get down culeamos, eastside clika controlamos

Where's the mothafuckin weed at, pistols, shaved heads in the mothafuckin' parking lot;

Down to scrap alot, bad boy pull the gat hit em up with the 45 calibur shot

I'm gettin down with the gang bang bang

Tear drops and casket, quick to pull a drive by

Street life ain't no game, homicide, we ride I'm hangin out low rides

Ese Brown from the C-L I-K to the A

Kickin back with a mothafuckin primo, what they want to D-O

Fuck around with the scarface hit em in the neck like casino

What they wanna G-O, fill em all with bullet holes

Let a mothafucka bleed hit em up with the bottle of caresin

Sparked the match, turned around and heard em screamin

When fuckin with a demon no lie

12 guage to the brain from a drive by

Livin my life in the fast line, cokane, insane to the brain with a fake name

What you claim, throw your mothafuckin gang signs hit em up from the side lines

Never mind mine, never try mine ese [pinche puto]

I'll blow your mothafuckin brains man

[Chorus]

[Romero "The New Mexican Lobo"]

I'm crawlin up out of the shadow, you ready to battle, gon make your head rattle

New Mexico Lobo, we doppin the vocals for all of your cholas and all of you cholos

I'm rollin deep in mi carro, a 72 Monte Carlo We dip us a limon sin palo

Tripped out in demente muy malo, my clip's loaded up with hollows

Hey Lobo get down to the point, I take real big trocasos, so big I swallow the joint

I turn on the cap of my pito, a vato that's listo para el desmadre

A lobo that's puttin in jales, I'm burnin a hole through your carne

Where ever we are, never it fails, smokin the dough, were mackin the hoes

We'll throw in the doggs droppin the bombs, puttin it down when ever we drop

Shit doesn't stop, forever we last, when ever we blast

We sprayin em down, we layin em down, no playin around

My cuete goes pop, til everyone drops

You're fuckin wit mexican mobsters, got grip just like a red lobster

The brown neighborhood knight stalker, got ghost when I heard the chopper

I left no iwitness, took care of business, in it to win it, won't stop til I'm finished

Right from the begining, til the ninth innin, I'm makin my feria loco

Thanks to Gustavo for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to ash boy for correcting these lyrics