Brujeria lyrics

[Intro: Slaine]
Don't get sidetracked, come on
There's a million dollars in the motherf*cking pocket
La Coka Nostra, we taking the motherf*cking hip-hop game over, punching em in the eye
Yeah, I'm getting high...

[Verse 1: Slaine]
If you ain't know homes then it might go down
La Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho Realm
FBI got files on a microfilm
We got kids on our di*k like a Michael film
No Neverland Ranch or a Running Man jam
Just a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blam
R-r-running stance man with a ton of damn plants
Then get the money and scram with the gun in my pants

[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
Visions of pain, cut like incisions with blades
Spoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some sh*t in my brain
Twisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffing the 'caine
'86, take Jordans off of kids on the train
I spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jaws
My mind stay hacked through firewalls
We causing the riot y'all
We them white boys always down to fight and brawl
Malcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk
[Verse 3: Everlast]
Yo I'm mad obnoxious and I'm kinda rude
Got a pocket full of money, need some stripper food
Got an airplane ticket and a new suitcase
Got a boxcutter tucked underneath my shoelace
Got my nuts up and my passport ready
Let's hit the f*cking bar and see some titties already
12th and Alvarado, pull over by the wall
I'm a jump out the cab and cop this eight ball

[Chorus: Sick Jacken]
Le vendí polvo a los güeros, están locos los cabrones, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?)
Serio pedo con el clavo de yeyo, gringo periquero con el chavo primero. (What the f*ck is he talking about?)
Dicen que se llaman la Coka Nostra, saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsa
Le pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. Surtiéndoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie

[Verse 4: Slaine]
You so f*cking crazy, I'm freaking, let's vanish
I don't even know if what he's speaking is Spanish
Puerto Rican, Japanese, Korean, or Haitian
We stick out like a sore thumb being Caucasian

[Verse 5: ILL Bill]
Chill the f*ck out, Slaine! (Who's in the Lincoln?)
You're coked out your face and the booze that you're drinking
Is making you p-noid, confusing your thinking
Chill out in front of Everlast, you're just gonna jinx him!
[Verse 6: Everlast]
Ayo I can hear you dudes running your mouths
I got some coke-head b*tches naked up at the house
We can feed em all yey and bust nuts in their mouths
But I'm taking the dime!

[Bridge: Slaine]
I'll f*ck the duck on the couch!
Yo what's your name anyways? Britney? Didn't you used to work over at Centerfolds? They fired you cause you were too fat? Oh that's f*cked up. You look skinny to me. You like doing coke though, right? Oh I can get you a job somewhere else...
Show me your titties!

[Chorus: Sick Jacken]
Le vendí polvo a los güeros, están locos los cabrones, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?)
Serio pedo con el clavo de yeyo, gringo periquero con el chavo primero. (What the f*ck is he talking about?)
Dicen que se llaman la Coka Nostra, saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsa
Le pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. Surtiéndoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie