ooh.... ooooh.. tengo ganas de verte muy cerca y te vine a buscar ya se bien que perdia perdida y se bien que olvidaste mi amor pero tuve ganas de verte
Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction
back With the type of stuff they bumpin' six-duce's and Cadillac's The type of stuff that even if you ain't smokin' it's all that Yo Delinquentes man
Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole
stopin a fuckin languera The come in many caras en baras pasiwate Olvidate de mi estilo amigo no te conviene Quien viene, El Blaxicano que a dicho desde el principio Que somos Delinquentes
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance
I once heard a man say, "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle
[Kemo] Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum And keep in tempo with the cries of the
blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin' So what's up partner you know what you be doin's wrong Bitin' my homie O.G. and Delinquente's song
delinquente This is how I freak it when I'm speakin' to the gente (horns) Get Funky(x3) (horns) Get Funky(x3) Guatcha trucha calmate escucha Somos delinquentes
he's loud in your speakas Stompin' with my compas or should I say my back up Crusing in the Impala countin' feria that we stacked up Delinquents pick
like the weels Can't loco with sprees, Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me Ha, you can't beat me, fool, is so easy Delinquent Habits' little sun for the
Once again it's me, one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose, now it's time to make G's Oooh, aah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy,
gonna [Verse 2] I'm tense nervous about my inside feelin' But I still keep muthafuckas dancin' on the ceilin' Watch the smoke rise Ives burned but still I Floss Delinquente
though packin' up our shit so We could make the move Cudahay was the zip code Mom's working fingers to the bone just to make ends meat I was a latch key delinquent
I won't sit, get off my grip See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones I come steppin' on the scene My Delinquent
my way, baby Because the huero loco came in here to play, baby My shit will pump up this jam hot damn it's the baddest Tres Delinquentes step into the
What up, what up. Yeah, yeah. East coast, west coast, flava in the mothafuckin house. (Hurricane G) Hurricane G and the m*thaf*ckin Delinquent Habits
