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Good little boy, good little boy
Always wanted play a guitar boy
Good little boy, good little boy
Carpet-beater riffs and solo boy

Rock n' Roll he wanted play
Nothing couldn't stop him on the way
Slash and Axl on the wall
Empty piggy bank, doesn't care at all
All he dreams about is Rock n' Roll

Hey rocker boy, hey rocker boy
Shredding all the day his guitar boy
Hey rocker boy, hey rocker boy
Making all the crowd go ape shit boy

Rock n' Roll that's what he play
Struggling business brought him up his way
Rack and guitars on the stage
He's still young, ain't care his age
Keep on dreaming, life is Rock n' Roll

And you never give up on the road
Days they can be tough but you just go
Never, never, never you betray your dream, oh boy

Rock n' Roll that's what he play
Struggling business brought him up his way
Rack and guitars on the stage
He's still young, ain't care his age
Keep on dreaming, life is Rock n' Roll

OK, Pick your own poison
Pull the rolls royce in
Full of boysenberry smoke straight out the oyster
Loiterer, the agitator, organ levitator
Pourin' more scorching lines I orchestrate a crater
Cater thought for food neighbor, digest my labor
Sooner than later eatin' gator off your amphitheater
Wolfin', whoopin' groupie bushes like a carpet beater
Harsh to meet him
A star, excrete bars when they greet him
It's burning season
Vermin stirring sermons this evening
Wheels spin
Surgeon urchin earning his meal blends
Hermits with weed bins
Emergent, come the see the kid
Lobsters and sea fish, a mobster in secret
Radically invasive pro-jectiles, you leakin'
Life liquid, needle deep, my scripture might lift em
Jesus Feet victim, bodied him for Fame
Boy I never missed them, your target too low to lift him
Sippin' vixens like I slip open a Guinness
Soakin' in silk smoke out in Venice
Henny shots off the fences
'Til the tide turn Crimson
Wax shatter brain business
May the fans be my witness, my witness
Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit
Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit
Throw it on the grill I'm cookin in a suit
Same shit that's on the grill, gave me leather for the boot

(So 
So)

All my 
hotties 
We don’t ever wait in line 

We get
Fly and walks the carpet 

Go to sleep in Calvin 
Klein .

Boys 
Boys 
Boys 
Really I don’t mind 

(Silly boys ) 

When they look 
It 
only tells me that I’m fine.

Incoming missile
Had to jumpshot
Buzzer beater
Short window
Contempting death
But that don't make the fear go
Looking for a hero
I'm looking for a hero

My name is Puji* San and I don't talk a lot
They wonder why I call the shots
When they call I do decline
I think this world is mine
I don't need no cosign
My thoughts gon crystalize
I know I'm hard to find
My name is Puji* San and I don't talk alot
They wonder why I call the shots
When they call I do decline
I think this world is mine
I don't need no cosign
My thoughts gon crystalize
I know I'm hard to find

I'm tauntin
Flautin
Fresh
I'm nautical nonsense
Proceed with caution
Where's the red carpet
Garnished
I got bars that sound like sonnets
They be hooked on me like phonics
I go hard onyx
Aim to be the largest
They be gettin lazy
They lethargic

My name is Puji* San and I don't talk a lot
They wonder why I call the shots
When they call I do decline
I think this world is mine
I don't need no cosign
My thoughts gon crystalize
I know I'm hard to find
My name is Puji* San and I don't talk alot
They wonder why I call the shots
When they call I do decline
I think this world is mine
I don't need no cosign
My thoughts gon crystalize
I know I'm hard to find

Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Land of the palm trees, buying weed
We smoking
Home of the low-lows, 6-4's, we rollin
Chuck Taylor's and Nikes
Wife beaters and white tees
Up in the Bay area, boys gettin hyphy
Los Angeles where them boys
Rocking them colors hard
Running from one time
We ain't living behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw
Then show you how to ride a car
Hit a couple of switches
You won't have to buy a bra
Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin
Lookin like a star
Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra
Pocket full of cash, we smash
We all at the mall hit a swapmeet
Snatch some khakis up off the wall
Turn your music up cus we don't
Give a fuck about the law
Only Lord knows, this is California soul

C-a-l-if-o-r-n-ia
My name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me
So ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town
They'll tell you how it go down
Ain't no California love
We California thugs
We throw California slugs
So throw up a California dub

Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless
Changin my number nigga the
Streets steady callin, but
Moneys my target, nobodys flawless
Step in my building still got
The work under my carpet
Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin
Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment
South Central active, gang bang capitol
Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg
It's factual what set you claim?

Clean, got a wig for me
Drafting on a Tuesday got a fee, fifteen picks for me
I can't date a bitch that come with fans, they come with a fee
Carpet on the runway when we land first class on the seat
Yeah, my beater from Prada
Call me Apa the father
On the boards I'm a doctor
Trying to find out the problem
Because you know I solve it
Baby Thanos the goat, gripping a pole, and I'm a sock them, if they want to knock them yeah
Apa giving treats away these hoes thought it was halloween
She tried to get drunk and fuck the bro that bitch ain't on the team
Look at my shoes Alexander McQueen, Rick Owen my jean
At the club on Tuesday off a bean, she making a scene
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Too much money on me hoe I got a bankroll
All these checks coming in on my payroll
Turks and Caicos, double cup Faygo

Naw it's the Black Swordsman

Heartless, my soul's drowned in the darkness
Walk on the head's of my enemies, red carpet
Call me a hero when I'm the one making orphans
No Dark Knight, my name is Black Swordsman
Victory at the cost of another's misery
Is it really the enemy or the inner me
Call me a hero when I'm the one making orphans
No Dark Knight, my name is Black Swordsman
Heartless, my soul's drowned in the darkness
Walk on the head's of my enemies, red carpet
Call me a hero when I'm the one making orphans
No Dark Knight, my name is Black Swordsman
Victory at the cost of another's misery
Is it really the enemy or the inner me
Call me a hero when I'm the one making orphans
No Dark Knight, my name is Black Swordsman

Kok spiller of the Henny sike 
might kill a bar beater gotta heater for your speaker
smack her
on the woofer then i might tweeter
re skeet her 
tight like killer mike in a wife beater
i rock parties like Iranian leaders go green
save on them killa hertz
that's that OJ glove off pushing a Merc
say deez the sage for the ladies Jerk
Esteban Martin i am fly beg your pardon 
i'm oozing to much game for the squadron
your formations is off you all partying
cuz these cads is soft i beg pardons
cuz i'm higher than a loft bed in small apartments
tired of chat stew drop garments
tell ya homie she can catch you on the Garmin
i'm about to put the squeeze on her like i'm Charmin

Cuz what you want we got it yeah (3)
(on and on and on and on)
cuz what you want


listen i'm about funning while you mean mug snarling
you play the wall mart i'm red dotting targets
get in sale off ya zinfindale you all Nuvo
privileged clear kettle uno 
or maybe not yo it could be a juice night
a duece to your crew man yo her shoes tight
you all fooseball i'm all rugby
you'll sweater i'm a let her be my snuggie
get excited to incite a little riot her incisors on my
neck yo you know she trying bite it
true blood real talk it's no dexter
it's all showtime slim and you're next year
you're a month back Notre dame hunchback
singing from the rafters i know you want your love back
Quasimoto dude you ride sometimes
don't jump out and get whooped like you one time.

Every two weeks I gotta go see this nigga it give me a headache
I fucked up and caught me a dope case, now I gotta sit in this hoe face
You can't relate to my mind state, my brother died in his mom face
Shit got me traumatize I can't even lie and I know what the world weigh
They want me caught in a drug raid, I just be riding my own wave
Use to be thuggin in hallways, now I be trapping like always
Don't fit in the picture they portrayed, and all of my bitches go both ways
We trap in the trenches wit code names, tryna rap but im trapped in the dope game
If im getting cash with a nigga then you can't be mad if im Coppin the whole thang
I feel the hate in yo vibe and I seen in yo eyes so i stayed in my own lane
Taking all options considered , wasn't there for a nigga when I aint have no change
Many im tripping I had to make a decision cause that shit be so strange
I live the life of a dopeman I still be cooking with both hands
Me and my nigga butta having conversations relating. are trap fares
He told me never be unaware these niggas envy me I got that sig on me
And if I hit him with this bitch get him a coffin or wheelchair
It can go down at any minute jus smoething you feel in the night air
Mike put his life on the line for gang and you weak ass niggas couldn't hold water
Thirty years no tears free my dawg
I whip a four wit a egg beater and when it jump back im like awe yea
You know im thugging by my demeanor i shine on a bitch like a bald head
I flex wit the money like barbell's need me a plug from the cartel
I mix the naw wit the Manny and dawg and theni went n bought some new hardware
That shit they be selling is garbage tell you its raw but its remixed
Play wit my money if you wanna then im going rite back to robbing
Had a play for a spank it was still wet, ima give him a day on the call back
Im whipping and bringing the hard back got them picking the crumbs out the carpet
Niggas know the rules to this shit
Any form of treason you deserve to die bout it
At least thats how its posed to be
This for all my dawgs that done fell victim to a fuck nigga
Free the real

Asia Minor or Carolina
Either way, promise po-po-pos will not find us
Different hoes, area code-code-codes, they will hide us
Different flows like a menstrual cycle, this is Michael
Sick psycho, I be feeling like life is a bit trifle
Big rifle, "Shh, don't tell your enemy shit, Michael"
But I don't like 'em, and I just wanna fight 'em, strike 'em and bite 'em
Hate 'em, bathe 'em in my gasoline dreams and just ignite 'em
Run the Jewels, we the terrible twos, so kids like 'em, yeah

T-t-terrible twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels
T-t-terrible twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels
Te-te-terrible twos
Bo-bo-boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your, run your damn jewels
Terrible-ble-ble twos
Boy, I ain't nothing to play with
Run your damn jewels

Run the Jewels are creature feature
Come meet a couple dreamer deceasers
Ether breather, your grief is a sweetest treat to eat up
Cleanup crew to the leaders of all you Peter beaters
Put a POS in a team of weepers, your guap gettin' seizured
From the top, I'm a tyrant, topple tons of these pussies
"Dead carpet event" attender, celebrity mushin'
You better off dead as a Harley varsity letter grade
I'm a "crime pays" believer-you heated?

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

How can you bite the hand that feeds you
Redhead on the weed, Reba
I got a love affair with Sativa
Get up and get it, no time to be diva
Broke and busted usually when they leave you
Blending her in, army fatigue ya,
Let's get it in
My house a cathedral,
Most of my thoughts, they illegal
Uh, bitch ride the dick like a regal
She drop down, get her eagle
Play with the gang, it get ugly, smeagle
Za that I blow, it get strong, diesel
Satchel my gun, draw it like easel
Avoid the drama, pop goes to weasel
Ready to slide, just like a Visa
They ready to slide, just like a Visa

I'm fuckin' a opp, she Mona Lisa
Puppeteer, like Cousin Skeeter
She volunteer whenever I need her
We fucked his dog up we ducking PETA
Fuck buzzer beater, I'm 21 skunkin'
Bitch on the laptop, bout to get it bunking
I like my bitch to be scrumptious,
Uh I got a catch hand, I can make my own option
Put a switch on the Glock, fuck a conscience
Put a bitch on your block, thought it's Compton
But it's not where can I put my stocks in
She on my Johnson, keep burnin her Bronson
Brother, we got him, just gotta play possum
Never play coochie, we turn this to Gotham
Solo my mood, don't need no accomplice
Get to this paper, bitch, now you accomplished
Not a con artist, I'm honest
Im warning these people, admonish
I beat it up, she astonished
But cop and blow its just part of the process
Opp thinkin' he a monster Loch Ness
Like he the only one come from them apartments
Keep a Beret and it's stuck in the compartment
We talkin' smoke, yeah, that up my department
I scream at a n***a, bitch, on some Sharp shit
He a goldfish on some magikarp  shit
Take a n***a, bitch, put her on magic carpet
And then I aim at him on some dart shit
I'ma boot camp ya baby like Auschwitz
When she throw it back on me, I'm like, aw, shit
When I put it in her mouth, I'm like, aw fuck
I need a square white bitch to get Starbucks

How can you bite the hand that feed ya'
Redhead on the weed, Reba
I got a love affair with Sativa
Get up and get it, no time to be diva
Broke and busted, usually when they leave you
Blending her in, Army fatigue ya,
Let's get it in, my house a cathedral
Most of my thoughts, they illegal
Bitch ride the dick like a regal
She drop down, get her eagle
Play with the gang, it get ugly smeagle
Za that I blow, it get strong, diesel
Satchel my gun, draw it like easel
Avoid the drama, pop goes to weasel
Ready to slide, just like visa
They ready to slide, just like visa

I think so dog, Call the cops

Verse 4:

The cops showed up, they recognized me
Just take the report and let me be
I made a couple calls looking for a ride
I'm all pist off so I went inside
csked the dude if there's a camera in the lot
He said naw sorry man, no there's not
My wife shows up to take me home
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone
We pulled up to the house and it's dark as fuck
Dog shit on the carpet, that's just my luck
I hit the sack, got up the next day
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave
Told my brother went went down at the gym
He looked at me with a big ass grin
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout
This is cndrew The Becerrian, I'm fucking out

Chorus:

Sons of bitches, I though you knew
Sons of bitches. that is my crew
Sons of bitches, I though you knew
Sons of bitches. that is my crew

Outro:

chhh yeah... cndrew the becerrian
Your mouth wrote a check that your ass can't cash homeboy
You see me at the gym you better look the other mother fuckin way
I'm out.

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!

It’s 5 o’clock and I just got home 
Yelling at my kid cause he’s on the phone 
I jumped in the shower 
And washed my ass
Grabbed my gym bag then I stepped on the gas
Rolling down the street as hard as I can 
I have a real bad feeling that I shoulda took my van 
I look real tough in my cut off shirt 
When I flex my arms it makes the bitches squirt 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I pulled up to the gym about 7 o’clock 
I see an H3 in the parking lot 
This girl steps out tight as can be 
She smiles at Chris and doesn’t notice me 
We roll inside to close out the night 
I got my wife beater on extra tight 
We hit the weights, I max it out 
Show my little homie what it’s all about 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

I feel the baby powder seeping through my skin 
The H3 girl is checking Chris again 
I thought I looked good with my new haircut 
And these cut off shorts 
That show my tight butt 
I let Chris be and I find another dude 
But this guys getting hard over my Victor tattoo 
Now I’m bummed out, I’m not feeling the flow 
I hook up with Chris and it’s time to roll 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

Walking out the gym what did I see 
An empty spot where my car used to be 
My 85 cutlass just disappeared 
Something’s going down something kinda weird 
I told my homie Chris that I think I got jacked 
I just heard some fools peel out in the back

The cops showed up
They recognized me 
Just take the report and let me be 
I made a couple calls looking for a ride 
I’m all pist off so I went inside 
Asked the dude if there’s a camera in the lot 
He said naw sorry man
No there’s not 

Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)
Sons of bitches (I thought you knew)
Sons of bitches (that is my crew)

My wife shows up to take me home 
She said nice shorts, I said leave me alone 
We pulled up to the house and it’s dark as fuck 
Dog shit on the carpet, just my luck 
I hit the sack, got up the next day 
Off to the parlor to get a hot shave 
Told my brother what went down at the gym 
He looked at me with a big ass grin 
He grabbed my left nipple and I started to shout 
This is Andrew The Becerrian, 
I’m out!