Soy 18 With A Bullet

[Intro Dialougue: Male Gangster]
You know what, mane?
I'm gonna say something, that I been dying to say 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 fuck
Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down
So throw on the 'Friscos 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 packing
If you got pleito, you know we'll be attacking
Hardcore cholo, maybe you didn't know, so
You think I'd give you a chance, and laugh, fuck 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 fuck with me, I settle the score with pain
Just look at the chavalas I killed
Look at the cemeteries I filled
And, I, still, will, get ill, until
You heard the message, you already should've 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're a loco, no, not even almost
Bring all your socas, down to my rifa
I'll be the one with your bitch down at Tequila
And when I see ya ass, I'm gonna blast
Fruca, it fast, just 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 fucked up, I don't give a shit
Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits
And when I aim, I don't miss
Simon, just another motherfucker on my shit list
How many's this, mane could take, nobody knows
All I can say is, "don't fuck 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 dieciocho 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 ass vatos
And let 'em know you don't fuck 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, running from la jura everyday
Run into my rucas to get laid
Go up in it, then roll to mi varrio
The down side get fucked 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 capping and watch the people
Run for cover and kill another dumb lie
Won't be giving a fuck as I see the stupid asses drop
To the ground, now you found, you don't fuck around
With the Foolish Loco Youngsta, down to die
S. F.L.Y., talkin' more shit than you ever could
To get down, shit, 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 kill
Talk some shit, 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