Pablito’s Way

[Verse 1]
Yo me llamo Pablo, east bay commando
[Thirty odd six is the frame]
Reach them hands bro
Left San Leandro with one dude’s dinero
Stolen Camaro, rendezvous at Carol’s
This hustle will pay a lot, with dreams of a Maybach
Book knowledge I’m not, street knowledge I’ve got
[Motion’s senses tingle when streets is hot]
I’m up a lot, ‘cause my left hand man got caught
Talking to the cops
My right hand man tipped me off
Because my right hand man is a cop
I still look over my shoulder because if he ever turned on me
I got dirt on that sucker like the size of a boulder
I’m stepping clean with no folder

[Chorus]
Mira, mira! Look séniorita!
We doin’ it up, Pablito’s way
Sweatsuits galore, terry cloth velour
We doin’ it up, Pablito’s way
Tools in Australia, Europe and even Asia
We doin’ it up, Pablito’s way
Straight cash we nice with twelve packs on ice
We doin’ it up, Pablito’s way

[Verse 2]
Girl them vibes you sendin’ em
Your waist switchin’ side to side like it’s a pendulum
What’s up with your friends n’ them?
Hell yeah I’m commendin’ em!
I’mma see em again, we all naked in the house
In a [zolly] with Kurt video tapin’
I snatch film like Kanye, and run and turn around and throw it at you
Like I’m Eric Gagne, Dodger, [I know] never
She said I’m larger, than her husband that she built life with from Harvard
I crack tall ones, [ xxx ] and all ones
I hate the mall ones, shopping [degrees] they want ones
I’m saving my ones, strip clubs distribute ‘em
Huh?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Blocks we hit, we know motherfuckers they say
“Clifton! …. Santiago”
Bring me shit, throats we cut, if you weaken the interior gut
We mash on fat butts, that’s our preference
Sean drove the Cutlass, back seat a mattress
Turning you into an actress, check ID
I’m not R. Kelly I’m like Akinyele - ‘Put it in your mouth!’
Leave kids in your belly
Make sure you clean, we turn down the smelly
Barbecue deli
I’m the man, lit once again
I’m doing it up my own damn way!

[Chorus]