Mexican Border

Yeah
Ruthless Relativity
For the 9-7 somebody got shot

When I was a kid no one gave a fuck about me
Gotta get my shit cause my parents used to doubt me
Got my first job, working for the man
Who kicked it on the corner, see I made my first grand
And now I'm straight banking and paying all the bills
My momma asked me "Who the fuck did you have to kill?"
It ain't even like that, I'm slick as a fox
I keep my gat hidden in the Nike shoe box
Underneath my bed the cash kept flowing
I gotta make sure my neighbourhood keeps knowing
My daddy used to say that I was up to no good
But if I didn't do it then somebody else would
And so I sell it by the pound or even by the ki
If somebody's gonna bank then it's gotta be me
So then I head South motherfucker cause I owe her
Payment from a shipment that came in from Sinaloa
Now I'm

I'm headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
I'm headed down, headed down
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
I'm headed down, headed down

I got the good shit, it couldn't be buck
I'm loading up the 5 with a trunk full of funk
My homies on the corner like tricks in a hat
32 Pounds is like bricks in the back
I watch my speed limit, let the Chevrolet slide
Gotta keep it cool rolling through Oceanside
Then I seen this pig rolling up on my ass
I let up on the gas, I was going kinda fast
Now I see the red light, I'm about to get beat
Man it felt like my nutsack sank into the seat
I gave him my ID plus my registration
And then he ran my plates to the goddamn station
And give me the keys so I can open up the trunk
Man fuck that shit now it's one dead punk
Hey Bino you wanna step out of the fucking car?
What? Man fuck you!

I'm headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
I'm headed down, headed down
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
I'm headed down, headed down

He's got a reputation, he's got a young bride
He's gonna leave this town wishing he
And that wife of his had never been born

I'm a mean motherfucker and I flaunt it
If I see something I ain't got then I want it
And so I just hide in the bushes by the stop light
Ayo some might say that it's not right
But what am I to do, get a job? Homie check it
You got 6 felonies on your record
Man do you think Pac-Tel's ever gonna want me?
The tattoos on my arms are gonna haunt me
I'm loading up the clip in my 9 and it's a fact
That some poor fool is about to get jacked
I'm waiting for the right one, creeping through the white one
Looking for them fools that are stupid and street dumb
And then I seen this little vato looking gutless
I put the cuete to his head and now I got a Cutlass
I stop to get some clothes from my homeboy's house
I hit the 5, Interstate 5 going South
And now I'm

I'm headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
I'm headed down, headed down
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
Headed down to the Mexican border
I'm headed down, headed down