Sex Seahorse - Il-de-france lyrics

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.