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 Oh Chico he liesWell 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 piņata
 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
 
 
		
		
	
 
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