Spanish Fly - Wrong Side of the Tracks paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Wrong Side of the Tracks - Spanish Fly



Set me up
Let me tell you about this bitch I met a week ago
The girl was good as hell
You know the kind of bitch that turns heads
When she walks towards ya
And the kind of big ass it goes out and talks to ya
You know what I'm talking about, homie
The bitch was good, I think she's the hyna for me
But there's this one thing, one problem, you see
She had some homies from a leva hood that didn't get along with me
Since that day, I jacked them
Peeled their cap and kicked some ass and rolled out
And ever since then, those chavalas want the payback
They want revenge but I wasn't thinking about getting fucked up
Just fucked, by this bitch so Rich Roc had to rush
So I did cuz I wanted to get with her
Next thing ya know I was swimmin' in her
And woke up next mornin' with a smile on my face
Didn't give a fuck about my evil ways
But for a couple of days, I didn't hear from her
I didn't care, It wasn't like I really loved her
I just thought she forgot, shit, I don't give a fuck
I got what I wanted but then she got in touch, not much later
She must've wanted more of what I gave her when I laid her
She said, "Come on, I want to see you again"
And to tell you the truth, I wanted to see that big rear and
So I said to the bitch, "Yeah I'll come down"
One thing I forgot, she lived in the wrong part of town
But fuck it, I just wanted to get up in it
Said "I'll down in about 25 minutes"
Stepped out the pad, jumped up in the '39
Roll through the hood, saw some homies of mine
Stepped out the bomb and started kickin' it
Grabbed the sherm stick and started hittin' it
Told them about the bitch and this is what one of them told me
"Yeah she's good but watch out for her homies
Remember when we jacked them
I don't think they forgot about it"
I said, 'Don't worry, I got my cuete, never leave home without it'
So, I roll down in the ride, in her front yard
Saw some chavalas down the street, tryna act hard
But I give it no thought and knocked on the front door
Already fucked the hoe, but I wanted more
And when she came in, I couldn't believe what I was seein'
A short, tight skirt, no shirt and the bitch was teasin' me
See, as soon as I got in, I started grabbin'
Then all of a sudden, I didn't know what was happenin'
To my ass, we started havin' it fast
Those chavalas down the street came in and started to blast
So, I jumped out the window
With no back up, "What the fuck?", I brought out the pistol
And started gunnin', scrapas started runnin'
I'm 18 with a bullet, and that's when the outcome was stunnin'
Eight dead and one alive and I'm the the one survivin'
They kept tryin' but you'll find them dyin'
And blood splattered and bodies scattered
And where's the bitch for, I'm looking straight at her
One in the barrel like an arrow and "What the fuck!?"
This is what the bitch got for trying to set me up
(Set me up)



Writer(s): David J Arellano, Frank Contreras, Richard Anaya


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