Halcon De La Sierra, El - Baraja De Oro lyrics

he used to get straight A's

nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase

set the stage, preferably night time

daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes

things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish

and his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat

goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped

chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip

black electric tape over the hole in the handle

if you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell

but still, you gotta be careful

dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull

v personally favors, "please dont kill me"

empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy

but if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya

so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya?

when the nickle gleam like its greased up

thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up

this could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you

so keep something to cut in case you has to

if he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire

and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here

these clever war tips

you wont get from cats who never wore skips

now lets get down to brass tacks

follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq

dont be caught snoozin

in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing

stick 'em up chump, you know what this is

do the right thing you might live to see your kids

all he said was "c'mon don't shoot!"

so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit

why you starin'? run your chain like an errand

and your girls earrings, and what you wearin'

survival tactics for when things get too gritty

he feels its his duty to the people of the city

just so long as nobody get hurt

it keep your average citizen on point and alert

and don't forget to check her d-cup

now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up

then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo'

never let a handy fiend fix your broken window

oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker

who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker

ok miss, come up off that bracelet

just got your hair did don't make me waste it

so, go to hades get the devil for his stash

but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash

like the one from the liquor store

he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score

before he told her whore get on the floor

she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw

damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo

he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo

its all in good fun, true

moral of the story son duke

senior citizens'll bust their guns too