Back Up

Times are getting crazy holmes
 Things are a lot different than they used to be homie
 A lotta these foo's need to back the fuck up
 You know? Orale
 Sittin' at the bar just tippin' the glass
 Tryin' to slow down my life 'cause it's getting' too fast
 But I don't mind see it's like quick in a flash
 See that chick she's imaginin' my dick in her ass
 (Whoa!) Did I say that? That's crazy ain't it?
 Just crazy lookin' don't know how to explain it
 Don't get me wrong homeboy I'm not complainin'
 Don't get all mad I'm not braggin' I'm just sayin'
 Just playin' talk to me bout my music
 I'm just a vato that'll do it just to do it
 I want nothing to do with' phony people
 Don't care what you like and don't care who you're cool with
 You're stupid actin' like if I'm the new kid
 I know you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid
 While I sat back and didn't give a fuck
 Now rap is all I have so homeboy that's what's up
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 Homie please back up
 Ten paces from the truck
 Don't wanna press your luck
 My bomb'll self destruct
 Homie please back up
 Ten paces from the truck
 Don't wanna press your luck
 My bomb'll self destruct
 I don't forget about the past now I'm kickin' your ass
 I'll do it again and laugh 'cause you're kissin' my ass
 Got a rented 45 and I'm able to shoot
 Itchy finger hare trigger and it's pointed at you
 I'm not here to claim that I'm all insane in the brain
 I'm just here to let you know I'm not the same as you lames
 Your evil's comin' to you; yell for help no one's runnin' to you
 You burnt them bridges, remember? So no one's fuckin' with you
 Ain't got no friends, ain't got no ends 'cause you keep burnin' your people
 Tell me when does it end? When will you realize that shit ain't cool?
 I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you
 But they're just kids they really don't know what to do
 Don't worry mijo, it'll come to you
 And you'll say fuck this fool
 What was I thinkin' about this vato's bein' about a buncha dumb shit
 Can't believe I used to bump this, fuck this
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 Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas
 Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass
 The shakin' just to break up the glass
 But I'ma catch you sleepin' and pop a cap in your ass
 Put the holes in my own car if that's where you are
 Handle my shit then probably go back to the bar
 Have me a drink, sit down and think about all the fuckin' bullshit
 That happened to me within this week
 But I'm three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold
 I guess that explains so many units sold
 I make jams you'll bump hopefully when you get old
 I'm a good guy but sometimes I just explode
 Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home
 Put down the microphone and leave it alone
 Turn off my phone
 Because it's bullshit the way it goes down
 But my people really need me around, Chicano sound
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