Can't Hold Us
LiL MoCo
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Return of the Moco,
Puto what it is, que uvole, que paso, ok fuck it
Looking for a legal way to get up out the barrio
Instead of slanging on the neighborhood and checking all these levas
Yeah right! My barrio, og walking,
little bit of hoodrats, little bit of homies
Somewhere between Chingo and
Capone-E. Cheated in school, yep yep i copied
All Bad, crip walking, summer nights,
we party, i serve these hyenas like BK
And ju can have it jer way
Cholo music, I tat my skin and put everybodys name i ever met on it
The list goes on.
It's sabado and its always going down,
got that Don fransisco game ill be around for a while.
FIRME, Stay at my moms people say im a clown,
But i stay posted on my porch just to hold this shit down
Wash me. On my free FOODSTAMPS shit hustler,
Holding guns since I was 14 in the ford taurus bussing
Hynas in my city with the nice rack, fat cat, luh yu
Racist gringos here,
But they can't tell us nothing
Cuz we burning our skin,
Just to make our money
Levas out here,
And they always starting something
My shank is in my waist,
And im bumping these oldies
Better watch yo back, Im with all my homies
Drinking all night, 12 pack of corona
So we throw our hood up even tho u don't know us
And probation cant hold us
Were at a kickback, chilling with homies
My dickies look right, were looking for skonkas
So we put our socks up and we got our black locs on
Cuz we love us some lonjas
Ey, can I Hit it? Gracias. Yeah im so disrespectful.
I grew up, getin lost in love
That's what you get when Nb Ridaz raised you
Hyna just touch me, I get hot like my tio selling corn on my street
And I'm eating the panocha like its
carne asada meat and I don't strap up i go in
Raw. Tell me you're pregnant. Gone!
Skonka goodbye. I gotta see homies, and my PO's at my home,
Don't judge me I like beiber. But I take his hyena selener.
That immigration comes trynna take back my
people. Now sing a song and it goes like "la cucaracha"
Gotta watch our back, this aint our moment
Cops flashing lights, this party is over
So we put our hands up cuz the policia told us
Vato i got hella warrants
Ill never go back, inmates are horny
Food isn't right, and the nights are lonely
So i tie my chucks up cuz we bout to dip on them
The policia cant catch us
Put your hands up!
Las Vegas Police Department!
One more Time
Put your hands up!
Chingala Policia
Me la pelan weyyyyyy
Vamonos Homie!
Let's go!
Chinga Tu Madre Pinche Guey!
And all my homies say!
Chinga Tu Madre Pinche Guey!
And now you Skonka say!
Tell 'em we don't want No Locked Doors!
And my abuela say!
Chinga Tu Madre Pinche Guey!
Pe-la-me-La-Ver-ga OOohhh!
Better watch yo back, Im with all my homies
Drinking all night, 12 pack of corona
So we throw our hood up even tho u don't know us
And probation cant hold us
Were at a kickback, chilling with homies
My dickies look right, were looking for skonkas
So we put our socks up and we got our black locs on
Cuz we love us some lonjas