Artist: Spanish F.L.Y. Album: Trust No Man Song: Soy 18 With a Bullet Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com [Male Gangster] You know what, mayne? I'm gonna say something, mayne, that I been dying to sing, mayne, for a long time [Ese Rich Rock] (Verse 1) Orale ese, let's load the shotgun up To show them all that S. F.L.Y. don't give a fuck Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down So throw on the Frisco And roll Through the brown side of town In the fleet line Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm With my homies, and all of them are packin' If you got pleto, yo te voy, we'll be attackin' Hardcore cholo Maybe you didn't know, so You think I'd give you a chance, at last, fuck no Show no mercy Like the veteranos Is still kickin' Throw on the Sly, slick and wicked And turn up the oldies a little higher Drive a little slower like my O.G. lowrider See, I'm insane, so bola with no shame You fuck with me I settle the score with pain Just look at the chavalas I kill Look at the cemetaries I filled And, I, still, will, get ill, until You heard the message, you already should have knew it Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet Chorus: Ese Rich Rock "I'm eighteen With a bullet Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it (Watch out...)" --> Pete Wingfield (Verse 2) Nosotros rifamos marijuanos You think you a loco, no, not even almost Bring all your socas, down to my rifa I'll be the one with your bitch down at Tequila And when I see ya, ass, I'm gonna blast FUKA, it fast, it's remember in the past With my sawed off, shotgun, know the job's not done Til I point the cuete and watch All escapas, run Cause when I'm fucked up I don't give a shit Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits And when I aim I don't miss Simon, just another motherfucker on my shitlist How many's this, mayne Could take Nobody knows All I can say is, "Don't fuck around, holmes" Because I'm Down to be brown to the Heart And it's that Chicano (???) with the starts to set up apart Soy Diez y ocho with a bullet Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I do it To get rid of all these sissy ass vatos And let 'em know you don't fuck with the loc's Mexicanos Break: Ese Rich Rock "Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it I'm picked to click now I'm a son of a gun" --> Pete Wingfield (Verse 3) Smoking juras, runnin' from the jura everyday Run into my rukas to get laid Go up in it, then roll to mi barrio The down side get fucked til tomorrow Loco por vida is my life, so let me live it Nomos chingamos todos And you can't deal with the Loc's Latino Why don't you watch me go Trigger happy and start cappin' and watch the people Run for cover and kill another dumb lie Won't be givin' a fuck As I see the stupid asses drop To the ground, now you found, you don't fuck around With the Foolish Loco Youngster, down to die S. F.L.Y., talkin' more shit than you ever could To get down, shit, I'll walk through your neighborhood But if you roll through my hood, you should trucha Cause if you don't Well, we just might shoot ya That's how we are, that's how I am, that's how we kill Talk some shit, I'll pull out, the cuete, then I will Go insane and aim, and then pull it Mato a todo, soy eighteen with a bullet Repeat Chorus [Ese Rich Rock] "Yes I will" --> Pete Wingfield {*gunshot*}