WC - Let's Make A Deal lyrics

(*spanish*) Let's take a trip.. (WC) Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted Straight homicider when I'm sick with it I tank, feels the pain, pistols aim Hands trimbling, cause I'm caught in the mix of the game See I'm needing this n***a that got those Mo' Chicken's to Roscoe's, plus a direct with the Delgatos Throw a tree, 14-9 a ki, and if I double that Then I can get 28 off me Now the clue to the tax, I'm slapping on the amount Breaking em down, letting the lil homies circle mouths for ounce Gram for gram, touching all the fiends Why not n***a, ain't that the american dream Have money, f**k hoes, cut low-lows Blow dope dough, and n***a f**k mo' hoes Hey what can I say, it's the american way I'm jacking for mill-i-ons, I'm loved from y'all to the Indians From Columbus to the one time, they all corrupt And they got Bush in office so n***a we all f**ked Look, I gotta eat, so n***a f**k being nice Shiiit, I'm trying to ball like Reverand Pryce Call my n***a Gangsta (what's happenin) What's cracking n***a, where you at (Gangsta) I'm on deck in the Midwest, with some ghetto stars In a suite with one of the homies in a rent-a-car F**k with me, we can all get blunted and fin hundred Spoke sling-shots, and fitty cabs with ends on it See, three or four hund, and a four month run I got your back you got mine, till the deal get done (Chorus: Lina - 2x) Let's make a deal, time to take a trip (Quanto Questro) Let's take a trip (what they going for) (Gangsta) I got fifty in your hand when you land, so get here Stop and drop, you won't have to sit here n***as is lined up, so keep mine tough Back and fourth in freight-line trucks 14-9, gotta X out the middle man Find out how much they'll charge us to get him here Check six-hund and a six month run Any n***a try to trip, whole sh** get spun Ain't nothing to it, but to do it (baby) Staking paper to the ceiling like the (eighties) Ask Anesto, Quanto Qeusto Tell him that we got a hundred thous in a Benz or the Lexo (WC) La la la la la la la la I'm about to catch me a homicide (Gangsta) Ah naw Dub, we done cracked him fo sho glove We gone build up our trust, till they trust us with mo' d** Then, they gone wish they never knew us Have em saying hathe pinche miatay, screw us We called Anesto, at Texaco Set up a meeting at Taco Mexico (*talking*) (Chorus)