Day of the W*****k Freestyle

Alright boy

I wanna give you ya rights

You have the right to remain silent

You give up the right to remain silent

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law

You have the right to speak to an attorney

n’you have the right to have the attorney present during questioning

Do you understand each of these rights I’ve explained to you?

Smell the sunshine while I pump iron

**** don’t run less I run a stop sign

Its the boy Los and its time for me

To do a lil some of my rhymery

Im hoppin Benzo choppin

Blow the scene up like the boy Bin Laden

Nah I aint stoppin spoiled hoes rotten

In the 3000 still won’t be forgotten

Double R shopping elbows knocking

Might see me buying bread up at the Watkin’s

Hoes p-poppin like the dang Glock n’

my boxers is silk but my Polo is cotton

Caution I’m dropping’ I call up the Cochran

These scandalous hoes tryna take what I got man

Bout to get violent hot like the climate

On that mthfkn water like a pirate

Why must I get treated like a tyrant

Cause I made a living shaking up a damn Pyrex

Man I gotta buy vests so I won’t die next

On the front line with the rest of the privates

Hey I passed my test why can’t I fly jets!

“Son wetbacks aren’t allowed to be pilots.

Pigs don’t fly yet and hell isn’t frozen.

Now get your ass up with the rest of the soldiers.”

Smoke like a train bang to the boogie

Roll down Benz on chop, hoes lookin

Nah this ain't Brooklyn this is Golfgate

Might come Strawberry might come Grape

On ya dub tape T-X is the State

Tryna see me like feet on a snake

As I drink on my drank and I’m still staying high

My girl wanna leave so I start waving “bye”

Bet against the Mexican you aint gon’ never win

I do em’ once, do em’ twice, and then again

Crying when you dug the hole your lying in

Sad story, hold em’ up let me get my violin

I am in South Park coming out the tranches

Where hoes get pimped and dragged by their extensions

(Dope fiend; “When you gonna give me some?”)

It just don’t quit

I come down big body, presidential kit

Sag my pants and I wear white Chucks

Like the ones you can buy when you get locked up

Mesmerized by the time cause its standing still

My family cursed like Bruce and Brandon’s deal

Long , hard road in this devilish place

In the land of no love for the Mexican Race

Locked in the shitta but getting stronger forealuh

Cause every night another thousand men crossing the river

And for 8 bucks and hour they’ll pick up a streak

Cause where they from they was making like 8 bucks a week

The Day of the Wetback will strike upon thee

Low-G came to Houston riding on a donkey

Understand me

Smell the sunshine while I pump iron

**** don’t run less I run a stop sign

Its the boy Los and its time for me

To do a lil some of my rhymery