Caliente Caliente
Caliente Caliente Catch you on the streets
stomp yo f**en 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 sh**, 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 f**ing take
these mother f**ers out The gorrillas the dinosaurs
any mother f**er 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 f**en head out Catch you on the streets.
that's how it goes down
with you and me on the streets
and the clowns
f**in push him on the ground
tryina catch yourself
f**in 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 f**er, looks like he broke a bone... oh dang, he did! So, let's just roll home" sh**, sh**, son.
I only gotta tell you
"Catch you on the streets, mother f**er, let this be an example
don't be f**ing with my crew. You know? Me and my f**ing twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother f**ing face. BALA! BLAM! mother f**er be dead like a b**h" I'm mad, grimy, nasty. Grimy a** n***as f** with jenky sh**. I dont like hearin' none of that bullsh** because I gotta smack a mother f**er 25 times. Catch you on the streets Stomp yo f**en head out What? say what? mother f**er 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 sh** out of you
chopped yo dick off with a mother f**ing box cutter
and I laughed, with laughter
ay brother
sh**.
What the f**?
outta here
left with the blood all over the love, the f**ing dressing room
Inside of sears. Mother f**ing tryna steal a tuxedo for yourself. Caliente Caliente.