Spanish F.L.Y. - Soy 18 With A Bullet lyrics

[Intro: Male Gangster] You know what, mane? I'm gonna say something, mane, that I been dying to say, mane, for a long time [Verse 1: Ese Rich Roc] Órale ese, let's load the shotgun up To show them all that S. F.L.Y. don't give a f** Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down So throw on the 'Frisco And roll through the brown side of town In the fleet line Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm With my homies, and all of them are packin' If you got pleito, yo te voy, we'll be attackin' Hardcore cholo Maybe you didn't know, so You think I'd give you a chance, and laugh, f** no Show no mercy Like the veteranos who still kick it Throw on the Sly, Slick and Wicked And turn up the oldies a little higher Drive a little slower like my O.G. Lowrider See, I'm insane, so roll out with no shame You f** with me, I settle the score with pain Just look at the chavalas I k**ed Look at the cemeteries I filled And, I, still, will, get ill, until You heard the message, you already should have knew it Mato a todos, Soy Eighteen With A Bullet [Chorus: Pete Wingfield] I'm eighteen with a bullet Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it [Verse 2: Ese Rich Roc] Nosotros rifamos marijuanos You think you a loco, no, not even almost Bring all your socas, down to my rifa I'll be the one with your b**h down at Tequila And when I see ya a**, I'm gonna blast Fruca, it fast, it's remember in the past With my sawed off shotgun, no, the job's not done Till I point the cuete and watch all scrapas run Cause when I'm f**ed up, I don't give a sh** Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits And when I aim, I don't miss Simon, just another motherf**er on my sh** list How many's this, mane Could take, nobody knows All I can say is, "Don't f** around, holmes" Because I'm down to be brown to the heart And it's that Chicano Power that starts to set us apart Soy diez y ocho with a bullet Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I'd do it To get rid of all these sissy a** vatos And let 'em know you don't f** with the loc's Mexicanos [Chorus: Pete Wingfield] Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it I'm picked to clip now I'm a son of a gun [Verse 3: Ese Rich Roc] Smoking juras, runnin' from la jura everyday Run into my rucas to get laid Go up in it, then roll to mi varrio The down side get f**ed up till tomorrow Loco por vida is my life, so let me live it No los chingamos todos And you can't deal with the Loc's, Latino Why don't you watch me go Trigger happy and start cappin' and watch the people Run for cover and k** another dumb lie Won't be givin' a f** as I see your stupid a**es drop To the ground, now you found, you don't f** around With the Foolish Loco Youngster, down to die S. F.L.Y., talkin' more sh** than you ever could To get down, sh**, I'll walk through your neighborhood But if you roll through my hood, you should trucha Cause if you don't Well, we just might shoot ya That's how we are, that's how I am, that's how we k** Talk some sh**, I'll pull out the cuete, then I will Go insane and aim, and then pull it Mato a todos, Soy Eighteen With A Bullet [Chorus: Pete Wingfield] I'm eighteen with a bullet Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it Yes I will {*gunshot*}