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You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it
I come with a different method
I'm creepin on ya
Now you find your homeboy's bleedin on ya
It's the locote comin out the bote
I got a new jale jackin in the noche
Give me your feria
In your pocket or i'll carry ya
Off and burry ya in the east side area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The robbery don't stop
Till i get done .
Some times i don't even need my gat
But shits gettin deep
So i gotta blast back
2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
Cuz jackin is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelery and your keys
To the five o out side on dee's
Later out with the 85 mustang
One time got me on the radar
Trucha and it don't stop till i'm done
Now the one time got me on the run.
Chrous;
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it i got your keys
In my possesion with my smith n wesson
Takin out all my agression.
Check it out ese your lookin at hefe
Of that cliqa with the big bad threse
I teach you a lesson no question
Get your ass out now your passin out
When you look at the quete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
Thievery don't stop till i get done
Some niggas do this shit for fun
Now the puercos got me on the run
From varrio to varrio
Lookin for anybody oh cesario
Hangin out with mario
Lookin for a place to hide on the west side
Spank got my back over there right
And it don't stop till i'm done
Now the one time got me on the run.
Chrous;
One time is not down with us
Now their lookin for my ride but i'm on the bus
Don't turn yor back on a vato like me
Cuz i'm one broke mother fucka in need
Desprate whats goin on in the mente
Takin from the rich and not from my jente
Look at that gavacho slippin
Boracho from the cervesa he's sippin
No me vale madre gavacho pray to your padre
This is for the time you would'nt give me the jale
4and 3 and 2 and 1 thid old mother fucker had him a gun
Blaughow i took one to the knee cap
Things happend so fast now i dropped my strap
Now i'm about tou meet my maker
I thought i had it all figured out for the paper
No longer will i be runnin.
Last thing i heared was the fuckin gat hummin..............