That's chapter 1,
would you like to have chapter 2
You better you son of a bitch, I know the way.
Here's adventure, here's romance,
here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west.
Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!
This way Poncho, vominos. The Cisco Kid.
Way, way, way, we way back in the days the year, 1980.
had to get a job, had to make some money-ney
picked up a pen and a pad,
dropped reality never thinking that I would live to see the day I'd rock my own CD
We used to do the dance we called obie-obie
Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way
My mom's words seems like yesterday
"Love Jesus, don't forget to pray"
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?
(Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?)
and feelin though, skinny coming with the 9mm
'cuz he who has the money has the authority,
and respect to the man with the Uzi
(I'm pritty handy with a six gun myself)
the 808 kick is on my hitlist
and this beat's cooking like an Ital Dish
It wasn't hard for me to do, it so easy
because to me loops loops tight go naturally
Mom's words seem like yesterday.
What's your name? Cisco Kid.
Si, Poncho's name is, Poncho.
now in '94 we got an S.T.P.
a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, and Sammy
A fifteen pack of Old Millwalkee
A Dalmation and a girlfriend,
but I ain't got no money-ne-ne-ne
The 808 is within my reach,
sublime beats are comin' straight from long beach.
If you think that hollywood
didn't get what he deserved,
call 808 kit to get served
(Scarface)
How am I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy, man?
There's always some hombre that can't resist swapin' lead,
just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is.
They'll only find out Cisco is fastet.
Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho,
like Slade here
