I be caught up in the game
People hollering my name
Took trips over seas
On a red hot plane
Going circle for days and did Lowrider shows
Had plenty of hoes
Coming out they clothes
Getting down put my lick on them
I been there, done that
Now we about to sick on them
I got (?) sick in to hear about to break the scale
On your meter, wear white
Beat up and in the 2 seater
And house shoes, I paid my dues
And you don't even have a clue
On what you wanna do
Got it glock from here to Bancock
You know you done hating bumpin up your block
Worldwide keep 'em knockin'
Crowd I got 'em rockin'
By the end of the night your bitch is jockin'
And who's talkin', don't forget that I started this shit
A Latin thug in the clique ten years in the mix
I started this latin shit
