Pistiando por la primera vez.
I knew that I was late but I could care less.
Me n my homie on a metress,
With hainaz to the right and hainaz to my left.
I felt firme. Nada me vale.
I'm with my homeboy listo pal desmadre.
A la brava I felt like doing a jale.
I asked around but everybody said chale.
But you know what, here comes mi perro.
He said I got your back holmes, tu sabes te quiero.
So we went off in la primera mission,
After our mission we felt all chingon.
So we got some yezca and went up to mojale,
Dropped on the oldies and kicked it loud.
He liked to play BRENTON WOODS gratest hits.
His favorite song was "Baby you Got it"
When he would sing it would echo trough the cannon.
It used to seem that like this place was his companion.
oh yeah I can hear it now.
That foo used to sing it loud.
The precious memories man, cause that's all I have.
Sometimes I kick it and just think n laugh,
Sometimes I kick it n just she'd a tear.
"I LOVE YOU HOMIE, I MISS YOU"
I wish you were here.
I remember you homie, I remember you homie