Delinquent Habits
Think You’re Bad
Hey yo check it out ya'll
Delincuentes por vida you know
(Ives Irie)
Our whole life we gonna we make it through here
Whether we make it or not it's all up to us you know what i'm saying
The way i'm going to do it from now on you know

I call out you
On three to one odds
To snap first and take things
To the next level tempt me to see what my fate brings
If I don't hit you, you'll probably knock me senseless
F**k up my spanish make me forget my tenses
So I scribe stoner style, dime bags and sneak toast
Chevy lowrider, ball headed and cheap locs
So hit your switch homie, drop a little lower
Pump up your musica, move a little slower
I take it to em from the dessert to the seaside
Heard me coming over claiming puro lower east side
So now I move chido to keep myself alive
A dub is twenty a quota be catching twenty five
So I'm gon do it, shouting it con mi boca
I feel the strain, bring pain like LA chota
Cruise the neighborhood so yeah its Hard times
With my goatie, pin tee tats and hard rhymes

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Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Imma show show you what bad is
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Imma show show you what bad is

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(Kemo the Blaxican)
One for the masa and the freakers of the funk
And two for the ba** with the guitar strum
A merely tres for them habits with the coke and rum
Delinquent funk freaker, slice like shogun
Well is that undisputed-torch-holding-latin-representative
I reign supreme homeboy, your state is tentative
I pull that mental stimulation when I strangle mics
And keep my focus on while blinded almost every night
I live my life way too modest and humble
Los delincuentes never stumble Now my cut is making bundles
While i'm undetected, unseen just like houdini
With a gang of black and Mexican blends that want to be me
Ligaments are getting severed more than likely when I draw my sword
I bring it hard, you bring it weak to me like particle board
Taking out basura you loser, I be the winner
Cut and slicing punk stew up quick light for dinner
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Imma show show you what bad is
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Think you're bad
Imma show show you what bad is

(Ives Irie)
I spread joy of the herbal type fogging the room
That's just another way to say i'm pa**ing boom
And if we talking conflict fool call the reverand
I'd be dumping out the window of a red 57

(Kemo the Blaxican)
From LA to Nueva York i'm international and back
It's time to peel the cascara, like mil mascaras
Y como Santos i'm flipping, you think you macho
Till I hit you like a bong rip because you going sancho

(Ives Irie)
So take your hands off my f**king coat
Cuz if I trip you'll catch a scissor hand chop to the throat
So blazed I will amaze this mardi-gras
With the Ohhh Ahh, Ohh Ohh Ahh
(Kemo the Blaxican)
So what you say speaker, oh let me get my sack out
You bring the grip like a sneaker you getting asked out
Lower east side let's get it right this be no rocky in
Guero loco OG-style, I be the Blaxican