Now here’s a little story that I’d like to contar
un pendejo que conozco who liked to drogar
started way back in da’ Mexico City
the year was ‘97, Molotov was the epitimy

lot of Brown-no sing was going around
the cuate was crazy, valedores were down
He’d be at all the partis with the flashy clothes
He’d get a little [bad word] and powder up his nose

He’d be back stage at all the show
he’d start to mouth-off to show-off to all the hoes [bad word] ll make you think you’re right when wrong
you better step off, before you get stepped on

Now what, now what, now what’s the world en la calle
todos me dicen que ese hijo de su madre is...
to steppin’ people like it’s going out of style.
shooting - snorting - smoking - in denial
You asking me "Man are you mad at me?"
I tell you, "es la droga,men, it has to be"
you’re all [bad word] up. It’s sad to see
te hablas solito,you lost your sanity

Your [bad word] of the month is your own pendejez
te rompen la madre estés donde estés
Handle your [bad word] - don’t egg me on
you better step off, before you get stepped on