Lyrics Mexican Mobster - Clika One
"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
desert
that
surrounds
Las
Vegas
But
it's
in
the
desert
where
lot
of
the
town's
problems
are
solved"
--]
Robert
De
Niro
Mobbin'
down
the
street
with
a
blue
rag
And
a
sack
and
I
look
to
the
side
like
a
pimp
in
the
game
(Popo,
what's
your
name)
Bad
Boy
from
the
C-L,
I-K,
with
the
A
on
the
D-L
So
where's
the
P-O's
Duckin'
down
on
the
motherfuckin'
side
cause
they're
lookin'
for
my
primos
What
the
fuck
they
want
to
D-O
With
the
Lex
and
them
hoes
And
a
pocket
full
of
C-notes
And
we
mobbin'
in
some
regals
But
we
can't
hit
the
strip
cause
the
strippers
like
pat
down
Get
the
guzzle,
put
the
gat
down
We're
the
fools
that
we
talkin',
so
we
got
to
put
the
smack
down
But
the
levas
always
back
down
Mad
dog
and
fixin',
let
'em
know,
but
I
got
to
hit
that
douja
killer
weed
Jumped
up
in
my
birthday
suit,
addin'
honies
in
my
killer
bee
Better
be
Cause
you
never
see
three
loc'ed
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
with
the
A.K
All
day,
every
day,
til
the
day
that
I
never
should've
die,
should've
known
That
we
gang
bang,
take
it
like
a
man,
but
treat
him
like
a
bitch
Cause
he's
from
the
other
side
Bang,
bang
When
I
kill
'em
off,
fill
'em
all,
full
of
bullet
holes
Faggot
pussy
gotta
go,
turn
around
Put
your
loc's
on,
keep
on
actin'
hard
in
the
yard,
trucha
Cut
ya
two
more
to
let
you
know
and
there's
plenty
more
to
go
One,
two,
three
motherfuckers
graves,
laid
down
by
the
loco
Ese
Brown
Hypnotized
by
the
pound,
that
scattered
'round,
beatin'
every
clown
Copycattin'
on
my
muh'fuckin'
sound
Hold
'em
up
Take
the
crown,
let
me
be
the
king,
let
me
do
my
thing
Let
the
bullets
reign,
motherfucker
slain
Take
the
life
of
an
enemy,
shit,
instead
of
me,
let
me
see
If
the
murder's
screamin'
meaning
anything,
seven-oh
With
a
two,
'bout
to
strap
And
a
sack,
and
a
gat,
matter
of
fact,
look
at
that,
motherfucker
Got
shot
through
the
back,
smackdown,
nothin'
cold
in
the
Cadillac
Cause
I
had
a
strap
on
my
motherfuckin'
side
Brown
My
clip
is
fully
loaded,
got
my
cuete
right
beside
me
I'm
born
to
die,
so
let
these
motherfuckers
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
If
I
ride
on
crypts
Click,
pull
out
your
vusca,
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
Vamos
chingamos,
any
vatos
tryin'
to
act
bad,
matamos
Any
bitches
tryin'
to
get
down
cunamos,
C-Side,
Clika
controlondos
Where
the
motherfuckin'
weed
at
Pisto,
shaved
heads,
in
a
motherfuckin'
parkin'
lot
Down
to
scrap
a
lot
Bad
Boy,
pull
the
gat,
hit
'em
up,
with
the
.45
calibur
shot
I'm
gettin'
down
with
the
gang
bang,
bang
Teardrops
and
caskets,
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
motherfuckin'
primo
With
them
on
the
D-low
Fuck
around
with
the
Scarface,
hit
'em
in
the
neck
like
Casino
Put
them
on
a
G-O
Fill
'em
all
with
bullet
holes
Let
the
motherfuckers
bleed,
hit
'em
up
With
a
bottle
of
the
kerosene
Spark
the
match,
turned
around
and
heard
'em
screamin
Never
meant
to
fuckin'
with
a
demon,
no
lie
Twelve
guage
To
the
brain
from
a
drive-by,
livin'
my
life
In
the
fast
line,
cocaine
Insane
to
the
brain,
with
a
fake
name
What
you
claim
Throw
your
motherfuckin'
gang
sign
Hit
'em
up
from
the
side
lines,
never
mind
mine
Never
try
mine,
ese
(Be
careful,
puto)
I'll
blow
your
motherfuckin'
brains,
man
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'
mine
deep
in
mi
carro
A
'72
Monte
Carlo
We
dip
us
a
limon
sin
palo
Tripped
out
in
the
mente
muy
malo
My
clip's
loaded
up
with
hollows
Hey
Lobo,
get
down
to
the
point
I
take
real
big
tocasos
So
big,
I
swallow
the
joint
I
twist
off
the
cap
on
my
pito,
a
vato
that's
listo,
para
des
madre
A
lobo
that's
puttin'
in
hales
I'm
burnin'
a
hole
through
your
carne
Wherever
we
are,
never
it
fails
Smokin'
the
dough,
we're
mackin'
the
hoes
We'll
throw
in
the
dawgs,
and
droppin'
the
bombs
Puttin'
it
down,
whenever
we
drop
Shit
doesn't
stop,
forever
we
last
Whenever
we
blast,
we
spraying
em
down
We
layin'
em
down,
no
playing
around
My
cuete
goes
pop,
til
everyone
drops
You're
fuckin'
with
Mexican
mobsters
Got
grip
just
like
a
red
lobster
The
brown
neighborhood
night
stalker
Got
ghost
when
I
heard
the
chopper
I
left
no
eyewitness,
took
care
of
business,
in
it
to
win
it
Won't
stop
til
I'm
finished,
start
right
from
the
beginnin'
Until
the
ninth
innin,
I'm
makin'
my
feria,
loco
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