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