You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya

It's the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the noche
Give me your feria

In your pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The thievery don't stop 'til I get done

Sometimes I don't even need my gat

But %#@!'s getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my hobby

Give me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on deez
Later, out with the '85 Mustang

One-time got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm done
Now the puercos got me on the run


You don't wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys

In my possession with my Smith an' Wesson
Taking out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the jefe

Of that clique with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no question
Get your $$# out now you're passing out

When you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1


The robbery don't stop 'til I get done
Some ^!$$%s do this %#@! for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run

From barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh Cesario
Hanging out with Mario

Looking for a place to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop 'til I'm done

Now the one-time got me on the run

One-time's not down with us

Now they're lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke mother$#&@a in need

Desperate, what's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza

He's sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your padre


This is for the time you would give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol' mother$#&@er, got him a gun

Bla-on, took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker

I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be runnin'
Last thing I heard was the $#&@in' gat hummin'