The Enemy

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Here's the cuete You know the barrio Plug one for me Tomorrow want a rosario For the levas jefita And crying, yelling yall head off Putos want their payback And the pistol mutha fucked off But I don't give a fuck Come on and try to fade us I got a 12 gauge with double [?] Fuck it I'm gonna bust on levas and try to drive-by On me and my dogs on the west side The pleito is deeper than deep It goes way back Veteranos started it, now it's us to bat Punching levas out on their time clock (yeah) Putting much work The violence ain't never gonna stop man Fuck no, fuck that We ain't never gonna shake hands with them Punk lop mickey mouse gangs that surround us From city to shitty, we're down and we're gonna bust [Chorus] Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Still can't fuck with the west [Verse 2] All the older vatos in the neighborhood Always giving cletcha how now-a-days it's no good Talking about the putasos they once slung Bottles, Louisville sluggers and fileros, no guns Big ass chingasos in the parking lot Taking care of beef, man to man And nobody ever got shot Levas are the ones that always pack Now just to survive, we roll around with the cuete on our lap Throwing up our sign But we ain't afraid Because we got the timing You think we couldn't hang We would stay in the casa Cause out here raza's killing raza So watch your back homeboy try not to slip You got a cuete, that's firme hope you got a extra clip Cause nowadays, you need plenty of ammo Fools be pulling up in the turning lane Thing they're Rambo Well yeah ese that's how them levas play the game You just gotta be ready and you won't feel no pain When you [?] bust the chrome From a four-four that made it through your regal's car-door But don't even sweat it They would've got you with a wet back And the lop would've regretted it Cause it goes in a circle like a Mary go round We hit them, they hit us And blood always touches ground Don't ask me ese, I don't know why But if you down with the click You better be ready to die Yeah, you know why? [Chorus] Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Still can't fuck with the west [Verse 3] Fresh off the pad And my minds a sin Walking down the street With the killers grin I got my nine double m Tucked in my pants So when an out of town fools try to trip They don't get a chance As I'm walking I see my homeboy coming He pulls over then I get in Hey ese, what's up for today? I think we'll take a cruise Just west of the freeway Where young muthafuckas just love to bang We're on the mission to catch 'em slippin' Throwing up the shit stank And whooping that shitty talk We bust a right and go around the block Ready to stalk the muthafucking enemy Just a couple of blocks from the muthafucking shit factory Cause we dust when we bust No bitch I will trust and this is a must Especially if she is from the shit Cause everybody from the shit is no good They got to lames to lops and hoes that talk And punk fools that act like a bitch A snitch will get stomped and that's the truth Nobody from the neighborhood is bulletproof See fools from the shit will get rushed Straight flushed Like a fucking serote [Chorus] Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W) Still can't fuck with the west