Lyrics

Hey yo check it out ya'll Delincuentes por vida you know (Ives Irie) Our whole life we gonna we make it through here Whether we make it or not it's all up to us you know what i'm saying The way i'm going to do it from now on you know I call out you On three to one odds To snap first and take things To the next level tempt me to see what my fate brings If I don't hit you, you'll probably knock me senseless Fuck up my spanish make me forget my tenses So I scribe stoner style, dime bags and sneak toast Chevy lowrider, ball headed and cheap locs So hit your switch homie, drop a little lower Pump up your musica, move a little slower I take it to em from the dessert to the seaside Heard me coming over claiming puro lower east side So now I move chido to keep myself alive A dub is twenty a quota be catching twenty five So I'm gon do it, shouting it con mi boca I feel the strain, bring pain like LA chota Cruise the neighborhood so yeah its Hard times With my goatie, pin tee tats and hard rhymes ---------------- Think you're bad Think you're bad Think you're bad Imma show show you what bad is Think you're bad Think you're bad Think you're bad Imma show show you what bad is ---- (Kemo the Blaxican) One for the masa and the freakers of the funk And two for the bass with the guitar strum A merely tres for them habits with the coke and rum Delinquent funk freaker, slice like shogun Well is that undisputed-torch-holding-latin-representative I reign supreme homeboy, your state is tentative I pull that mental stimulation when I strangle mics And keep my focus on while blinded almost every night I live my life way too modest and humble Los delincuentes never stumble Now my cut is making bundles While i'm undetected, unseen just like houdini With a gang of black and Mexican blends that want to be me Ligaments are getting severed more than likely when I draw my sword I bring it hard, you bring it weak to me like particle board Taking out basura you loser, I be the winner Cut and slicing punk stew up quick light for dinner Think you're bad Think you're bad Think you're bad Imma show show you what bad is Think you're bad Think you're bad Think you're bad Imma show show you what bad is (Ives Irie) I spread joy of the herbal type fogging the room That's just another way to say i'm passing boom And if we talking conflict fool call the reverand I'd be dumping out the window of a red 57 (Kemo the Blaxican) From LA to Nueva York i'm international and back It's time to peel the cascara, like mil mascaras Y como Santos i'm flipping, you think you macho Till I hit you like a bong rip because you going sancho (Ives Irie) So take your hands off my fucking coat Cuz if I trip you'll catch a scissor hand chop to the throat So blazed I will amaze this mardi-gras With the Ohhh Ahh, Ohh Ohh Ahh (Kemo the Blaxican) So what you say speaker, oh let me get my sack out You bring the grip like a sneaker you getting asked out Lower east side let's get it right this be no rocky in Guero loco OG-style, I be the Blaxican