Now here´s a little story that I´d like to contar un pendejo que conozco who liked to drogar started way back in da¿ Mexico City the year was ´97, Molotov was the epitimy A lot of Brown-no sing was going around the cuate was crazy, valedores were down He´d be at all the partis with the flashy clothes He´d get a little drunk and powder up his nose He´d be back stage at all the show he´d start to mouth-off to show-off to all the hoes drugs´ll make you think you´re right when wrong you better step off, before you get stepped on Now what, now what, now what´s the world en la calle todos me dicen que ese hijo de su madre is... to steppin´ people like it´s going out of style. shooting - snorting - smoking - in denial You asking me "Man are you mad at me?" I tell you, "es la droga,men, it has to be" you´re all fucked up. It´s sad to see te hablas solito,you lost your sanity Your drug of the month is your own pendejez te rompen la madre estés donde estés Handle your shit - don´t egg me on you better step off, before you get stepped on