Now here´s a little cuento hat I´d like to contar
Un pendejo que conozco who liked to drogar
Started why back in da´Mexico, city
The year was ´97 MOLOTOV was the epitimy
A 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 drunk and poewder up his nose
He´d be back stage at all the show
He´d star to mouth-off-to show-off to all the hoes
Drugs´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 to style
Shooting - snorting ' smoking ' in deñial
You asking me "man are you mad at me?"
I tell you "es la droga man, it has to be"
Your´all fucked up. It´s sad to see
Hablas solito you lose your sanity
Your drug of the month is your own pendejez
Te rompen la madre estes donde estes
Handle your shit ' don´t egg me on
You better step off before you get stepped on
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
Ze@lot :D