[Diologue:]
Ay ese, ay homes, I wanna get jumped in the neighborhood
I wanna be down with the clicka wassup?
I want you vatos to jump me in
C'mon homes I'm down
I'm down for mine, ese
Es mi varrio!
[Verse 1: Frank V]
So you wanna be a gangsta, and build your rep
Well kick back and I'll tell you how step by step
First-you gotta show your homies that you're down
To back up the varrio, to back up the town
You either walk the linea
Or throw some chingazos with the main vato
Get your ass kicked and give up some blood
Now you got a placaso
That's a nickname like Shadow or Huero
Fools love to rat pack so get yourself a filero
Or better yet get a cuete
Rememeber red is for Norteno, blue is for Trece
Sureños, the North and the South
Stop mad dogging me punk, or I'll bust you in the mouth
Now you're dressed in black
And you're ready to attack, but just remember ese-
There's no turning back!
[Diologue:]
Yeah, yeah homes. I see what you're saying homes
I know there's no turning back ese
Now I'm in it, that's what counts
Now it's time to party ese simon
Ay, let's go get some pisto homes
I got some jainas on the line too
Call up the homies ese we'll just kick back tonight, homes
Listening to some oldies, you know just party homes
[Verse 2: Frank V]
Now! Kicking back with your homies
And the hynas
That's the fun part
But when shit starts
You better have heart
They give you a cuete and say "shoot!"
You better shoot or you're gonna get the boot
"So there's your target, pull the trigger!
Or get your ass jumped out like you got jumped in but even quicker!"
Rolled up like a tamal
Remember gang banging is a full time job
No one has time for a part time loko
Pretty boy mocoso
Wanna-be mafioso
Talking loud saying that you're the craziest one
But when shit hits the fan you're always the 1st to run
And that's a straight out chavala!
Remember accion es mejor que palabras
Action speaks louder than words
And remember that
And also remember ese
Thhere's no turning back!
[Diologue:]
Damn ese! It was krazie last night homes!
Chingo de juras fucken swooped on us homes
In the parque
Something like ten car loads
Them placas was deep
They found a cuete in my ranfla
Fools was trying to pin a murder on me ese
Saying that I was the prime suspect in a drve-by homes
I might do a lil' tiempo, but you know, fuck it
Two beans in a bucket ese, que no?
My homie said I won't do too much time for that pedo
I'm ready for the pinta
All the homeboy are in there anyway
[Verse 3: Frank V]
So I heard you caught some tiempo
Compared to the pinta, life on the street was simple
But it didn't take an Einstein
To tell you that all gangsters do time
Some do a year or so
And some are on death row
Life without parole
But you could pull through this, just stick to the Raza
And mind your own business
It's kinda like the streets
But now there's a man
To tell you when you can't do it
And when you can
Your homies don't visit you, and you don't understand
No hynas in sight, so say hello to your right hand
And say good-bye to your familia
Cause when you mess up in here, fool
They'll kill you!
Only your memory will be livin'
But it was your decision
There's no turning back!
[Diologue:]
Damn homes...maybe you were right
This isn't how I planned it
I thought it would be a party here with all the homies, chale!
There's nuttin to do here but tiempo
Maybe when I get out homes I'll start my life over
Yeah, yeah! That's what I'll do
Settle down with my wife, ese
Get a jale, you know
And just put all this shit behind me, homes
Just forget about it all, homes
Just leave it all behind me...yeah..I only got about..ten or eleven more years and
I'll be out..fuck it ese
I guess you were right homes...there's no turning back...
