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Delinquent Habits Delinquent Habits

Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction

Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole

I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance

[Kemo] Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum And keep in tempo with the cries of the

delinquente This is how I freak it when I'm speakin' to the gente (horns) Get Funky(x3) (horns) Get Funky(x3) Guatcha trucha calmate escucha Somos delinquentes

like the weels Can't loco with sprees, Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me Ha, you can't beat me, fool, is so easy Delinquent Habits' little sun for the

gonna [Verse 2] I'm tense nervous about my inside feelin' But I still keep muthafuckas dancin' on the ceilin' Watch the smoke rise Ives burned but still I Floss Delinquente

I won't sit, get off my grip See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones I come steppin' on the scene My Delinquent

What up, what up. Yeah, yeah. East coast, west coast, flava in the mothafuckin house. (Hurricane G) Hurricane G and the m*thaf*ckin Delinquent Habits