Just kick right back, and you'll hear a tale It might get kind of happy It started in the barrio, with the slam damned down pearl right shappy My homie got his welfare checks, the other samba roll My uncle said to cruise that day, the sheppy started to roll the sheppy started to roll Then tio started getting drunk, then he made a wrong turn Got lost in the rival barrio, will they ever learn The ride got a flat tire, cuz the potholes were too big We tried push the new one, but got busted by the pigs No smokes, mocha or rucas, not a single luxary We knew we'd see each other in the penetenntiary So join us here each week my friend, I'm sure you'll get a smile But ni dinero son my book, we'll be here a while With Spider, and Flaco too The connection and his puta Ariel and his knife