In west Mexico
Born and raised
Where the jailhouse was where I spent most of my days
chillin and relaxin and lookin all cool
hangin out with some of my mexican fools
When a couple of policeman
They were up to no good
startin makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one huge fight and my ESE got scared
He said you’re going over the border back to California bel - air
I stole a Mexican truck and when it came near
The license plate said PAINTER
And there was weed in the rear
If i could say anything that this truck was rare
But i said Nah holmes, go straight up to bel - air
I pulled up to an alley around uno or seis
And I yelled to the driver yo ese this is a mess
I looked at my box i was finally there
to sleep inside as the Mexican king of bel - air