Oh Chico he lies Well he got it coming He don't know when to quit Just keeps his mouth running From day into night
Grab the money and the bag The cold Smith and Wesson Going to take him out back Going to teach him a lesson That will stick in his mind
You better follow the lessons Heed the signs Don't you follow him Down past the borderline
Can't find the dope I don't know where he hid it Well he's sneaky like that Maybe we should just split Put it out of our minds
Chico comes to He heads south for the border They got women and pills That can stretch his disorder Right over his eyes
He got ties to the Cartel Put it out of your mind Don't you follow him Down past the borderline
He was always high No right from wrong Literally out of his mind I heard there's a golden gate That glows like the sunshine I'll meet you there This ain't forever This is goodbye
Slide in with no passport No trail of paper Well I know where he's staying He'll be meeting his maker And I will get mine
So I kick in the door At the Casa de Nada He swings from the fan Like a busted piñata With no candy prize
Better cut my losses Just get out alive Head up north Cross the borderline
Rush to my woman in waiting No way to rewind Should have never gone Down past the borderline
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) ECAD: Obra #17887921