Step off

Now here´s a little cuento hat i´d like to contar
Un pendejo que conozco who liked to drogar
Started why back in da´mexico, city
The year was ´97 molotov was the epitimy

A lot of brown-no sing was going around
The cuate was crazy valedores were down
He´d be at all the partis with the flashy clothes
He´d get a little drunk and poewder up his nose

He´d be back stage at all the show
He´d star to mouth-off-to show-off to all the hoes
Drugs´ll make you think you´re right when wrong
You better step off before you get stepped on

Now what now what , now what´s the world en la calle
Todos me dicen que ese hijo de su madre is....
To steppin´ people like it´s going out to style
Shooting - snorting – smoking – in deñial

You asking me 'man are you mad at me?'
I tell you 'es la droga man, it has to be'
Your´all fuc*** up. it´s sad to see
Hablas solito you lose your sanity

Your drug of the month is your own pendejez
Te rompen la madre estes donde estes
Handle your shit – don´t egg me on
You better step off before you get stepped on