Chomos
Licking up little boys
Broadside
Guns and knives battle cries
Stringent
Fortified suicide
Mattress
Lay it down go to town

Hey bro
Who you know where you from
My hood
Who the fuck wants to know
That’s good
Walk a mile there to here
Our block
We don’t fucking want you here

Cholos
Chomos
Cholos
Chomos

Low
Bottom man on the totem forever
Go
Better wise up and get the fuck out of here
We don’t want you here
We don’t want you here

Good to point when it gets what you need
Good time around when you go there to feed
Good news for anyone who listens to you
Good thing there’s nothing that you’ll ever do