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Caliente Caliente Caliente Caliente Catch you on the streets stomp yo fucken head out homie in the gutter and I'll watch the blood flow into one of the sewer things that says "Flowing to the ocean" that's the shit, dog I'll throw a rock, I'll take down a giraffe You dont even know me I'll go the L.A. zoo and fucking take these mother fuckers out The gorrillas the dinosaurs any mother fucker that's alive on the side of the freeway I'll stab a corpse I dont know, there's blood all over the highway, yeah. Catch you on the streets stomp yo fucken head out Catch you on the streets. that's how it goes down with you and me on the streets and the clowns fuckin push him on the ground tryina catch yourself fuckin break your wrist while your tryna catch your fall when your fallin on the floor and you also slip and fall and hit your head on the ground and I'll be laughing with my homies as we look down "look at this mother fucker, looks like he broke a bone... oh dang, he did! So, let's just roll home" shit, shit, son. I only gotta tell you "Catch you on the streets, mother fucker, let this be an example don't be fucking with my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother fucking face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead like a bitch" I'm mad, grimy, nasty. Grimy ass niggas fuck with jenky shit. I dont like hearin' none of that bullshit because I gotta smack a mother fucker 25 times. Catch you on the streets Stomp yo fucken head out What? say what? mother fucker aint got time. (I'll) Gat you at sears, chase you down here and, I dont know, found you in the dressing room, naked. started to beat the shit out of you chopped yo dick off with a mother fucking box cutter and I laughed, with laughter ay brother shit. What the fuck? outta here left with the blood all over the love, the fucking dressing room Inside of sears. Mother fucking tryna steal a tuxedo for yourself. Caliente Caliente. |