I’ve got bullets enough for a stew
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And in the two-door I’m hauling *ss
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You just see the dust cloud
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And way up front the boss is coming
In black or in plain clothes
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With the nineteen I’m more than ready to hit
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Vests, two radios and a bearded guy
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Armored, by the way, is the Cheyenón
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And gates swing open, between the seats we haul the stacks
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That day at the office we saw them up close
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From Thursday to Thursday we give support
They don’t even tickle us
I’m El Piyi and I’m on point
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You already know the line and the mountain’s the sponsor
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Say “frog” and I jump in hot
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And if I gotta give my life, well, I give it
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And if you’re crooked, here we straighten you out
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If I’m off, I spark a fat hit
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Real alert on the radio ’cause it’s tough as f*ck
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And gates close while the operations get coordinated
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The Tahoes fly by in a rush
Through the Capi and its outskirts
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I don’t throw stones, I pour lead on them
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They don’t even tickle us