You ain’t ever seen no whip like his, man. Ese vato din’t even touch the groun or nuthin. We hear em bumpin for miles up. He pull aroun an no jokin, he flash right by like he don’t even see the crew. Din’t even see Marco crossin the street or nuthin. Almost hit em too.
But that ride man, orale! He has them pearl leather seats, top down, mus be four 12s in the trunk, paint so clean I thought my face would come right over an dame un beso. That thing was all sick.
And catch this ese, no tires an no rims down there. That thing was straight back to the future. Cholo was floatin down 2nd this high off the ground. I ain’t foolin bro. Marco coulda ducked under, it woulda went right over em.
You believe me or no? I ain’t lying man. It for real.
He had ‘Barelas Boys” across the back. I ain’t ever heard of them crew though. Nah man, I ain’t trippin or nuthin. This our corner an I ain’t playin like that. Believe he float right by, ask Marco or Lupe, they seen it too.
La pinche Barelas Boy don’t touch no ground.
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