Chorus 2X This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's 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 (Ives) It's 'bout the most love the most hard most tatted Most mind scarred most taken for granted The most underated remain the most creative Rip rhymes like Bobo bang drums the most faded See this right here is for those who gon ride Have my back no matter how many vatos is outside And yes y'all we got alot of em high We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned From the East to the West but all the Sick Syde That's why smoke spit up out boca and cloud zone I had a dream that it help the ozone And also relieve mi tension when not home Chorus (Kemo) Yo delinquentes man yo battle stations neva the fast lane You know the stye you know the sound you know the name My lyrics fly like projectiles in many styles I've been making ends 'cause I had to since I was juvenile Everyday angel everyday Angelino And everyday I pray my family my homies and primos Delinquent to what's tight like MC's to teflon They been wrong my story's long still I'm singin my song For two days in the Valley shows got rocked non-stop Delinquente seleccion Sick Syde Realm Psyclone The chips was nicely stacked hats off to all them cats The venue nicely packed the crowd got blown back Chorus