Cisco Kid

Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983

Had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne

Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality

Never thinking that

I would live to see the day

I rocked my own

CDWe used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie

Now S.T.P. 1993, so

Hollywood get out my way

My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."

She most have gone with the boss

D.J. Right?

Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9 mm'

Cause he who has the money has the authority

And respect to the man with the ozi

The 808 kit is on my hit list

And this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss

It wasn't hard to do, it so easy

Because to me loops come naturaly

Mom's words seem like yesterday

And now in '94 we got an

S.T.PA half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt

BeaA fifteen pack of

Old Millwalkee

A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but

I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne

The 808 is within my reach

Sublime beats are comin' straight from

Long Beach

If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved

Call 808 kid to get served