The Enemy Songtext
von Lawless

Here′s the cuete, you know the varrio
Blood want from me tomorrow, wanna rosario
For the levas and fitas, and crying yelaera
Putos want the payback and they're pissed and motherfucked off
But I don′t give a fuck, come on and try to fade us
I got a 12-gauge with double-aught buck
And I'm gonna bust on levas who try to drive by
On me and my dogs on the Westside
The play goes deeper than deep, it goes way back
Veterano started it, now it's us up to bat
Punching levas out on the time clock
Putting in much work, the violence ain′t never gonna stop
Man, fuck no, fuck that
We ain′t never gonna shake hands with them punk
Loc Mickey Mouse gangs that surround us
From city to shitty, we're down and we′re gonna bust


Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Still can't fuck with the West


All the older vatos in the neighborhood
Always giving cleta a hard nod, but they do no good
Talking about the putazos they once slung
Bottles, Louisville Sluggers and filetos, no guns
Big ass chingazos in the parking lot
Taking care of beefs, mano a mano, nobody ever got shot
Levas are the ones that always pack
Now just to survive, we roll around with the cuete on our lap
Throwing up our sign
But we ain′t afraid because we got the time
If you think we couldn't hang, we would stay in the casa
′Cause out here, raza's killing raza
So watch your back, homeboy, try not to slip
You got a cuete that's firme, hope you got an extra clip
′Cause nowadays, you need plenty of ammo
Fools be pulling up in the turning lane thinking they′re Rambo
Yeah ese, that's how them levas play the game
You just gotta be ready and you won′t feel no pain
In your dome floats the chrome
From a 4-4 that made it through your Regal's car door
But don′t even sweat it, they would've got you with a wetback
And the Loc would′ve regretted it
'Cause it goes in a circle like a merry-go-round
We hit them, they hit us, and blood always touches ground
Don't ask me ese, I don′t know why
But if you′re down with the clique, you better be ready to die
Yeah, you know why?

Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Still can't fuck with the West

Fresh off the pad and my mind′s in sin
Walking down the street with a killer's grin
I got my 9-double-N tucked in my pants
So when out of town fools try to trip, they don′t get a chance
As I'm walking, I see my homeboy coming
He pulls over then I get in
Hey ese, what′s up for the day?
I think we'll take a cruise, just west of the freeway
Where young motherfuckers just love to bang
We're on a mission to catch ′em slipping, throwing up the shit stain
And whooping that shitty talk
We bust a right and go around the block
Ready to stop the motherfucking enemy
Just a couple of blocks from the motherfucking shit factory
′Cause we dust when we bust, no bitch I will trust
And this is a must, especially if she is from the shit
'Cause everybody from the shit is no good
They got from lames to locs and hoes that talk
And punk fools that act like a bitch and snitch will get stopped
And that′s the truth
Nobody from the neighborhood is bulletproof
These fools from the shit will get rushed
Straight flushed like a fucking cerote

Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Fuck the motherfucking enemy
Still can't fuck with the West