Last of a Dying Breed (Explicit)

First off track 1

This my muthaf**ken theme song

Fools keep going back &forth

Like ping pong

Keep the bomb in the cut

Smell that w**d strong

Rep for my latinos

That's the type of s**t we on

Homies on the calles

Yeah they keep that chrome

So basically I give a f**k

Bout selling ringtones

All that s**t you trying to do

You know I had that done

Since the start of this

In two-thousand &f**ken one

I've hit them billboards

I've had arenas packed

Basically I've had chicano rap

All on my back

And yeah I rep that proud

Rep for my latinos loud

And f**k the new school sounds

I ain't sellin' out

You won't catch me with no hat

Pointed sideways

Holding on some skinny jeans

Ese looking hella gay

But guaranteed to stay

G'd up from the feet up

You can hate &duplicate all you want

But you will never be us ese

I'm the last of a dying breed

One phone call

Make you cry &bleed

Keep that pistol on my hip

Looking chinese

Laughing at you

Looking at the world

Through this visine

Woof

I'm the last of a dying breed

Woof

I'm the last of a dying breed

Woof

I'm the last of a dying breed

Now you looking at the world

Hooked up to an i v

Vato thought he was slick

Until he got out of pocket

Gave that fool a pass

Now he's confident walking

Got right back to me

And then I heard he was talking

Homies put em on the phone

And then they got right back to stompin'

Its a jack move

Call it check mate

You're a wannabe ese

Just a template

You can sit &hate

As I hit the next state

Its that triple steak

On my f**ken next plate

I'm in the studio

And homie steady bailing out

With the wila

S**t don't make me have to spell it out

Mr criminal coming with

Some s**t that sellin out

All through out the world

But you know what that's about

A loyal fan base

Backed with some homies holding sk's

Honestly you couldn't go against that

On your best day

West way

Yes yay bud meth slangin

West side bangin'

Southern california claimin' homie

I'm the last of a dying breed

One phone call

Make you cry &bleed

Keep that pistol on my hip

Looking chinese

Laughing at you

Looking at the world

Through this visine

Woof

I'm the last of a dying breed

Woof

I'm the last of a dying breed

Woof

I'm the last of a dying breed

Now you looking at the world

Hooked up to an i v