The Enemy

Here's the cuete
You know the barrio
Plug one for me
Tomorrow want a rosario
For the levas jefita
And crying, yelling yall head off
Putos want their payback
And the pistol mutha fucked off
But I don't give a fuck
Come on and try to fade us
I got a 12 gauge with double
Fuck it I'm gonna bust on levas and try to drive-by
On me and my dogs on the west side
The pleito is deeper than deep
It goes way back
Veteranos started it, now it's us to bat
Punching levas out on their time clock (yeah)
Putting much work
The violence ain't never gonna stop man
Fuck no, fuck that
We ain't never gonna shake hands with them
Punk lop mickey mouse gangs that surround us
From city to shitty, we're down and we're gonna bust

Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Still can't fuck with the west

All the older vatos in the neighborhood
Always giving cletcha how now-a-days it's no good
Talking about the putasos they once slung
Bottles, Louisville sluggers and fileros, no guns
Big ass chingasos in the parking lot
Taking care of beef, man to man
And nobody ever got shot
Levas are the ones that always pack
Now just to survive, we roll around with the cuete on our lap
Throwing up our sign
But we ain't afraid
Because we got the timing
You think we couldn't hang
We would stay in the casa
Cause out here raza's killing raza
So watch your back homeboy try not to slip
You got a cuete, that's firme hope you got a extra clip
Cause nowadays, you need plenty of ammo
Fools be pulling up in the turning lane
Thinking they're Rambo
Well yeah ese that's how them levas play the game
You just gotta be ready and you won't feel no pain
When your foes bust the chrome
From a four-four that made it through your regal's car-door
But don't even sweat it
They would've got you with a wet back
And the lop would've regretted it
Cause it goes in a circle like a Mary go round
We hit them, they hit us
And blood always touches ground
Don't ask me ese, I don't know why
But if you down with the click
You better be ready to die
Yeah, you know why?

Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Still can't fuck with the west

Fresh off the pad
And my minds a sin
Walking down the street
With the killers grin
I got my nine double m
Tucked in my pants
So when an out of town fools try to trip
They don't get a chance
As I'm walking
I see my homeboy coming
He pulls over then I get in
Hey ese, what's up for today?
I think we'll take a cruise
Just west of the freeway
Where young muthafuckas just love to bang
We're on the mission to catch 'em slippin'
Throwing up the shit stank
And whooping that shitty talk
We bust a right and go around the block
Ready to stalk the muthafucking enemy
Just a couple of blocks from the muthafucking shit factory
Cause we dust when we bust
No bitch I will trust and this is a must
Especially if she is from the shit
Cause everybody from the shit is no good
They got to lames to lops and hoes that talk
And punk fools that act like a bitch
A snitch will get stomped and that's the truth
Nobody from the neighborhood is bulletproof
See fools from the shit will get rushed
Straight flushed
Like a fucking serote

Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Fuck the muthafucking enemy (throwing up the W)
Still can't fuck with the west