Yeah dog i ain't lying man   One shot..uh   Sometimes it's all you get though man   One shot..uh..yeah     [Chorus]   You only have one shot its fatal   All your chips on the table   A baby boy in the cradle   We'll keep you well enable   Keep your family stable   Stay up and stay the fuck out of jail   ???   On your on label   Kick back and smoke   Nothin but the KO   World famous, business on pay roll   Pimped out we just lay low     [Verse 1]   When i was young i did pay no   I never listen to no say so   I always bubble my centino   Always keep it on the serio   Crazy ass vato   Spittin' nothin but veneno   On a whole nother level ya mero   Where it's a brown badboy in romero   It's a whole nother hueco I'm dealin' with   Gotta home in the ghetto where I'm livin' in   If it's on then it's on   Remember me taking out you suckas   Especially if it's the enemy   If you catch me on my worst day   You'll be needing first-aid   Three days later your lookin' ?   Close casket in the valley of assassins   When your quick to catch your last kiss   Get a hit with a desas i got this rap shit mastered   Same book new chapter   Bring out the ghetto bastas to sign on   With the Latin rap icon   It's my turn so high my eyes burn   Urnin for what I'm earnin'   I rip it to god's ?     Chorus     [Verse 2]   Look at the gangsta bitch   My gangsta ride my gangsta rag   My gangsta night my gangsta life   A G model   Holdin' the microphone like a bottle   With only a minute until tomorrow   ? guns rapping' to the kick in the drum   Bangin' with the click to tha one   Grease, slugs, hoes, scrubs, shows, clubs, drinks, and drugs   Riding' like a ? in the bloods   I put my bud in the buck   I took a blood to the dome   With my mind on my money   And my hands on my phone alone   Ridin'i'm gone you know I'm drunk and I'm blown   Bitch i shit on your motherfucking song   You gettin' me wrong   I'm to grown for gangs cadge   And AK with ?   Eating heavy like every day   Best be ready to play   Spray, ready da rage   Stained bullets on ?   So what cha gotta say?     Chorus     Hey no eyes closed allowed on the Eastside   G's rides on 24/7   And G rides gonna bubble to ghetto vest   You never know   Tech 9's to the chest watch bullets blow   I roll with the 40 holdin' and rollin' another one   In the lowered impala   Gun shots to follow   Hallow tips and bottles   See arrest to get wet we smoke out   On them bouncin' on half an ounce   And bangin' on them   Affiliated with the shaved heads   We spray led   You better offer is trying to play dead   Or brained dead   All you vatos that wanna be rappers   I'm laughing at chu you   Like your callin' your shots   Your block is talkin' bad about chu   Talkin shit but you down and you AIN'T BROWN!   You ain't even fuckin' with my town   Bustin' out with the los on the Glock   You catch him one shot   Down fuck up and get dropped     Chorse 2x     Yeaaaaahhhh   Come on   Pi...pimp out and just lay low   Haha   Celeb 2000   Hehehaha   That was then, this is now   Part 2