Lyrics:

I freak my brazos hardcore down for cleek-hi
whose that enemeny pump through the speaker
who's that rap king gets the party stop jumpin
bass gets to pumpin erooka's get to pumpin
dos chingazos in the moshpit feel for pain
blasting through ha no need for the boo-ya
I hammer with the one knock the last shot through ya
Step to the crowd I feel the strain
because the guero loco hit me here to play baby
so don't get in my way baby
my shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest

tres delincuente's step into the madness
(horns)

Que ondas muchacho ahi vienes te miro
si me traes bronca me aloco de a tiro
me paro te tumbo, no es tu rumbo
y con el lingo tal vez te confundo
she stay 5 with the 5 foot 10
one blaxican once again with the cocktail pin
as I emerge from the deapths of the realm my son
i got the black gat fat track hope to run
otra vez ya lo ves in the crew somos tres.
one blaxican on the strong you won't test
hittin hard like and Aztec swift like a Zulu
my manarism miled till the punks get piled
thats what its like when a pump shot through you


my number one assasin fits the mad funk style
me I play the back rode but I'm delinquente
this is how I freak it when I'm speakin to the gente
(horns)

O G freaks the beat the MARIACHIS play
watcha trucha calmate escucha
somos delinquentes tu no quieres lucha
freaky discs, sigo siendo el rey
fade it in snap on a essaw 10
freaky pumpin bass out the carro
produce de mas mojor oG style I can
oh gee he's got more boom boom than Charo
3rd is tres bring cuts to your face
hold down the nino with the penny to his waist
see all the style used to create
i got one turntable and its broke and in the way
(horns)

That's Spanish?
No, uh uh, that, that was Spanish
No, that wasn't Spanish that was English

(I don't know much english but this is pretty bad shit