Mexican Gangster Lyrics - Crazy Life - Lil' Rob

ESE, cholo 

Orale holmes, this is Lil' Rob 

Comin' after you from San Diego, Southern Califas 

Mexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jam 

And it's to all those locos that like to gang bang 

Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin' week 

And always kickin' it with my homies 

But could swear they're always tweaking 

But the only drug I use is marijuana 

People tell me not to smoke it 

But I'll smoke it if I wanna 

'Cause right now living in the fast lane 

So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane 

And when I fight I fight mano a mano 

Por que si mon I'm a down ass Chicano 

I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese 

Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete 

And then I'll call you a Chavala 

As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala 

And if you shoot you better kill 

'Cause if you don't and you won't 

But then I will, you won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain 

Why, because my mind clicks 

To be insane in the brain 

Simon I'm fuckin' bad to the bone 

And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes 

'Cause I'm a 

Mexican Gangster 

(Si mon) 

Mexican Gangster 

(16 with a bullet) 

Mexican Gangster 

(Born with the ways) 

Mexican Gangster born with the badness 

Mexican Gangster 

(Si mon) 

Mexican Gangster 

(16 with a bullet) 

Mexican Gangster 

(Born with the ways) 

Mexican Gangster born with the badness 

Kickin' that Crisco, smokin' and tokin' we heard a blast 

You should've seen how fast we jumped off of our ass 

We ran outside just to check out what it was 

It's a Mexicano thing, I ain't no Crip or Blood 

Dark in the garden so I couldn't see 

Though I looked to the light and I saw my Primo 

Laying there moaning, that's all I hear 

But right now Lil' Rob ain't got time to shed a tear 

We picked him up, we took him home and called the ambulance 

Those vatos fucked up good 

'Cause now they're gambling with their lives 

And it's about time they lose 

Never fuck with the vato in the Sure no blues 

To the Mexicana Madre, let's pull a drive-by 

So when we lose one, that's when they seem to lose about five 

But we're not satisfied holmes until they all die 

So orale let's jump in my low ride 

Toma las laves I threw 'em in the ignition 

Orale now we're on another fuckin' mission 

Turn on the radio on came the Rolls 

Homeboys in the back loading up the pistols 

Orale they're loaded, it's time to do it 

I just got my drivers license 'cause I'm 16 with a bullet 

Not alone, my home boy's in his Bomb 

And to you puto's you won't last long 

See I'm with my homies and all of them are packin' 

You vatos fucked up now the shells will be stackin' 

16 With a bullet pero bad to the bone 

Don't fuck around holmes 'cause I'm a 

Mexican Gangster 

(Simon) 

Mexican Gangster 

(16 with a bullet) 

Mexican Gangster 

(Born with the ways) 

Mexican Gangster born with the badness 

Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say 

"Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that motherfucker away" 

I said, "Charles, jump out the ride" 

He opened up the door and then he jumped outside 

He said "Orale", then "Arrato" 

I said, "Hey we'll be back little vato" 

So off we go to the other barrio 

Not cruising too fast we're always cruising slow 

We saw somebody started running 'cause they took a glance 

They didn't have time to shit their pants 

Take a look over there, damn some fine hyenas 

Too bad they're playing dice throwing their signs at us 

But it's alright, we're looking for the fool who shot my Primo 

Cruisin' slow and guess who we see so 

We crept up in the Bomba and took a look 

So Lil' Rob said, "Que onda" 

I said fuck it jumped out the bucked he had a bat 

So he swung and so I duck and I saw his face 

So I stuck it with a right left, right left 

I made him suffer holmes 

And then I put the nine milli to his backbone 

I said, "Hey motherfucker don't breathe 

'Cause right now Lil' Rob really wants to see you bleed" 

I flipped him over put the gun between his eyes 

I said, "You fucked up once and I hope 

That's what you realize, now how the fuck does it feel 

You played at your own risk and now you found out I'm for real" 

Boom boom back in the raffla I'm reminiscing 

With a tear in my eye 'cause it's my raza that I'm killing 

Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice 

Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life 

But fuck that shit it's time to go home 

No longer cruising slow I'm rushing to my canton 

I'm thinking what my Primo wanted me to do 

You think he'd want me to serve life for a punk or two 

Or even cry over him for a couple of days 

Damn raza we've got to change those evil ways 

Though soy chignon carbon 

Like Al Capone always holding my own 

Walking alone in the S-D anger zone 

Si mon bad to the bone 

Not the one to talk shit over the telephone 

And Sand Diego is the place where all my home boy's roam 

And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes, 'cause I'm a 

Mexican Gangster 

(Simon) 

Mexican Gangster 

(16 with a bullet) 

Mexican Gangster 

(Born with the ways) 

Mexican Gangster born with the badness 

Mexican Gangster 

(Simon) 

Mexican Gangster 

(16 with a bullet) 

Mexican Gangster 

(Born with the ways) 

Mexican Gangster born with the badness 

Mexican Gangster 

(Simon) 

Mexican Gangster 

(16 with a bullet) 

Mexican Gangster 

(Born with the ways) 

Mexican Gangster born with the badness 

Mexican Gangster