Lyrics

[Verse 1:] Shot-gun! Here you come You're not a leva And you never been one Some say a chavala Cus you carry a gun But when you pull it out Like chavalas they run From the loc'd out latino You never been to Chino And we know Who's really down and who's a nut Who's all talk And who's really down to buck Who's really down for the Raza And who's just out to make a quick dólar I know now I gotta watch that type Cus I turned my back And I felt the knife I thought you were my hermano I thought I could trust you Cus you were a Chicano But I can't trust no man I know that now Cus if I shake the wrong hand Everyone's gonna wonder how --I was brought to my muerte Another victim Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochеnta Y Siete [Verse 2:] The homiе went to go see this hyna he missed Across town And he seen some fools he was down with But they were high off the cools One said what's up And one said Who in the hell are you? Then they called him a chavala But they didn't know He had a cuete full of balas But he said I don't want no pleito They said we thought so And told their homeboyz let's go Then they called him a baboso He just lost it And busted out his .38 He said Say that again you chavalas? They just froze And they didn't say nada! He's said you're lucky that you're from the Raza Or I'd be filling you full of balas Then he put away his cuete And then some fool busted out with a machete They didn't show no mercy Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochenta Y Siete [Verse 3:] It's '92 and fools hitting me up Asking me where I'm from Porque esé? You gonna shoot me with your gun? So you can brag to your camaradas And tell them that you shot down another member of your Raza That's gacho But I guess it's just being macho But take another look at what you did to that vato You killed him in cold blood Now what you gonna do Ay viene the jura jura And they knew it was you You better run Like you never ran Hard time in the pinta Can really change a man Into the land There's no more guns You better regrow cningazos Cus there's no where to run Stick to your Raza You can't be a chavala I heard some crazy stories of what they do to ratas Your knock-outs Could be the difference of your Vida or Muerte Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochenta Y Siete Uno Ochenta Y Siete