Clika 1 Mexican Mobsters Lyrics:
[Audio From Casino]
At that time, Vegas was a place Where millions of
suckers flew in every year on thier own nickel
And left behind about a billion dollars But at night
you couldn't see the deserts that surrounds Las Vegas
But it's in the desert is where a lot
of the town's problems are solved

[Bad Boy]
Mobbin down the street with a blue rag And a sack
and I look to the side like a pimp in the game Lil
bro what's your name Bad Boy from the C-L-I-K with
A on the DL, so where's the P-O's Duckin down on
the mothafuckin side cause they're lookin for my
primos What the fuck they want to D-O With the
lexus and hoes and a pocket full of c notes And we
mobbin in some regals, but we can't hit the strip
Because the strip is like pack down, it's the
cause and put the gat down We're the fools that
were talkin, so we got to put the smack down But
the levas always back down, mad doggin and fixed
to let em know But I got to hit that doujah killa
weed, humped up in my birthday suit Addin honey to
my killa bee, better be cause you never see 3
loked up hold up there they go, put the dot to
thier dome Chrome 45 cocked backed ready tell me
when aim steady loco Let it go loco let em know
that I spray wit the AK All day every day til the
day that I never should of die Should've of known
that we gang bang Take it like a man but treat him
like a bitch cause he's from the other side

[Ese Brown]
Bang bang, when I kill em off, fill em all full of
bullet holes Faggot pussy gotta go turn around put
your loks on Keep actin hard in the yard trucha
Cut ya two more to let you know and there's plenty
more to go 1 2 3 mothafuckas graves laid down by
the loco ese brown Hyptnotized by the pound that's
scatered around Beatin on every clown that copy
cattin on my sound Hold em up take the crown Let
me get the cane let me do my every thing Let the
bullets reign mothafucka sang Take the life of an
enemy shit instead of me Let me see if your the
murders mean any thing 7-0-2 wit a strap and a
sack and a gat, matter of fact Look at that,
mothafucka got shot through the back Smack down
nothin cold in the cadilac Cause I had a strap on
my mothafuckin side
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[Chorus]
My clip is fully loaded got my cuete right beside
me I'm born to die so let these mothafuckas find
me I show no love when I'm unloadin out the
chamber Buck, that's what you get for tryin to put
my life in danger [2x]

[Ese Brown]
Okay, pull out your vusca let see who's packin the
big nuts Look at that, hit em up with the big gat
now the homie don't know how to act Clika, vamos
chingamos any fools tryin to act ver miatamos Any
bitches tryin to get down cuamos C side clika
controlamos Where's the mothafuckin weed at,
pistos shave heads and a mothafucka bark alot Down
to scrap alot, bad boy pull the gat hit em up with
the 45 calibur shot I'm gettin down with the gang
bang bang Tear drops and casket, quick to pull a
drive by Street life ain't no game, homicide, we
ride I'm hangin out low rides Ese Brown from the
C-L I-K to the A Kickin back with a mothafuckin
primo, when I'm on a the D-O Fuck around with the
scarface hit em in the neck like casino What they
wanna G-O, fill em all with bullet holes Let a
mothafucka bleed hit em up with the bottle of
caresin Sparked the match, turned around and heard
em screamin When fuckin with a demon no lie 12
guage to the brain from a drive by Livin my life
in the fast line, cokane, insane to the brain with
a fake name What you claim, throw your mothafuckin
gang signs hit em up from the side lines Never
mind mine, never try mine ese [be careful puto]
I'll blow your mothafuckin brains man

[Chorus]

[Romero "The New Mexican Lobo"]
I'm crawlin up out of the shadow, you ready to
battle, gon make your head rattle New Mexico Lobo,
we doppin the vocals for all of your cholas and
all of you cholos I'm rollin deep in mi carro, a
72 Monte Carlo We dip us a limon sin palo Tripped
out in the mente muy malo, my clip's loaded up
with hollows Hey Lobo get down to the point, I
take real big tocasos, so big I swallow the joint
I twist the cap on my pito, a vato that's listo
parra des madre A lobo that's puttin in hales, I'm
burnin a hole through your carne Where ever we
are, never it fails, smokin the dough, were mackin
the hoes We'll throw in the doggs droppin the
bombs, puttin it down when ever we drop Shit
doesn't stop, forever we last, when ever we blast
We sprayin em down, we layin em down, no playin
around My cuete goes pop, til everyone drops
You're fuckin wit mexican mobsters, got grip just
like a red lobster The brown neighborhood knight
stalker, got ghost when I heard the chopper I left
no iwitness, took care of business, in it to win
it, won't stop til I'm finished Right from the
begining, til the ninth innin, I'm makin my feria loco
Lyrics: Mexican Mobsters, Clika 1 [end]