yeah.livin in LA. the most beautiful women on the planet, got to get one goddamnit. watch out. Mess wit a chicana.
you know how it goes. gotta watch out for pops.
okay. I'll tell you about that...

Living in L.A. is a beautiful thing
on hot summer days, cholos and heinas in full swing
sidewalking with their mothers headed back to the pad
where lurks the dangerous demon known as the chollo dad
A man with a budweiser can and a triple-dot faded green tat on his hand
plus his mother and his daughters name placed on his arm for life
veterano, 40 years old, he packs a knife and much pride
you seem him in yards working on rides
bumpin out Lobo, War on Lakeside
They take an old El Camino, make that shit look clean
I'm scared of chollo dads let me tell you what I mean...

Once upon a time I was in love with Carla
highschool crush and then summertime we start ta seeing eachother, calling on the phone to talk
on a hot August night we went for a walk
we made it two blocks down the street then she kissed me suckin on my neck giving me a bad hicky
with my hands up her shirt, putting in work mad
then she screamed and pulled away, "Oh shit it's my dad!"
I spun around like "Hi sir I'm Chris nice to meet ya"
"and you're the ese trying to fuck mi Carlita?"
I'll kill you vato!
I screamed like a bitch, turned around and ran
seen the 22 in his hand
yo, she called the next day like no need to be tense
but my dad's an OG who used to be from White Fence....
White Fence? And I ain't called that girl Carla ever since.

[VERSE2: Double K]
One day I was chillin on Venice and Fairfax
smoking a big doobie doin' it to the max
on my way to the crib I was stunned by a pretty young face with a short frame of another race
so I stepped with the intro, baby can I get yo' name and numero, I'm KK the super bro
she said her dad's Mario, he's not down with black guys talkin to his baby girl, he be givin 'em black eyes
I said Yo, I understand. She said No, wait!
he works the late shift give me a call at 8
she was diggin the rap, gave me a kiss on the cheek
waiting for 7:30 dude it felt like a week
8:25 came, picked up the phone, got to dialing the digits hoping oh girl was home
she picked up sounding sexy had me all aroused
said she was chilling all alone and I could come to her house and watch a little BET, but I'm thinking cognac
you know me, the double supreme, I'm trying to hit that
so I threw on my J's sprayed on some smell good
threw some trees in a bag and took a stroll through my hood
close to her pad I began wondering if
her old man would show up and begin to riff
hey yo, I should've knocked on wood
it wasn't all good
less than a hour of chillin the door opened and there stood (what's up homes?!?)
a big tall Mexican man with tattoos of his gang
and a case in his hand, Goddamn
yo, he had the devil in his eyes
an' enough brown pride to make Santana cry
all I could do was ask why me, The G Double
got to go through all this trouble just ta...?

cholo dad: hey who the fuck are you homes
double k: I'm double k, man
cholo dad: hey I don't know no fuckin double k ese
double k: hey it's cool how ya doin sir
cholo dad: I think you're up in here trying to fuck my baby girl homes
double k: I got all my clothes on
cholo dad: you know who the fuck I am homes? I'm an OG ese
double k: yeah you're her dad man, I'm not-
cholo dad: come here homes let me talk to you
double k: yo just chill the-, chill out
cholo dad: come here ese, I'm bout to knock you up right, homes
double k: no man it's cool man, I'm not trying to fight you og, it's cool man
cholo dad: you're nothing!
double k: yeah I know man, it's-
cholo dad: You're not good enough for my baby girl homes, she's gonna be down with PeeWee for the rest of her life
double k: hey man, fuck peewee, I'm about to leave
cholo dad: hey fuck you
double k: fuck you! I'm outta here!

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