Cisco Kid Lyrics & Chords By Sublime

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Radio Show Announcer:
Here's adventure. Here's romance. Here's the famous Robbin Hood of the Old West.

Poncho:
Cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!

Cisco:
This way Poncho, vominos!

Radio Show Announcer:
The Cisco Kid.

Brad Nowell:
Way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way back in the days the year, 1980
Had to get a job, had to make some mo-ne-ney
Picked up a pen and a pad, drops reality
Never thinkin' that I would live to see the day I'd rock my own CD

We used to do the dance we called wobie (wobie)
Now STP 1993
So Hollywood get out my way
My mom's words seems like yesterday
"Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
She must have gone with the boss DJ, right?
(Slade: Don't be too sure of that, fat one.)
(Poncho: Fat one?)
And feelin' though, skinny coming with the 9 mm
'Cause he who has the money has the authority,
And respect to the man with the Uzi
(Slade: I'm pretty handy with a six gun myself.)
(The Sheriff: Shut up...)
The 808 kit is on my hitlist
And this beat's cookin' like an I-tal-ian
It wasn't hard for me to do, it was so easy
Because to me loops loops tight go naturally
Mom's words seem like yesterday

The Sheriff:
What's your name?

Cisco:
The Cisco Kid.

The Sheriff:
Si.

Poncho:
Poncho's name is, Poncho.

Brad:
Now in '94 we got an STP
A half pack of smokes, and oh yes, Sammy
A fifteen pack of Old Milwaukee
A dalmatian and a girlfriend
But I ain't got no mone-ne-ne-ne-ney

The 808 is within my reach
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach
If you think that Hollywood
Didn't get what he deserved
Call 808 kit to get served

Scarface:
How am I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy, man?

The Sheriff:
There's always some hombre that can't resist swapin' lead just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is.

Poncho:
Hee-hee-hee-hee. Those hombres find out Cisco is fastest.

The Sheriff:
Well, that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho. Like Slade here; he fancies himself as fast on the draw as a quarter-horse takin' after a stray.

Poncho:
Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho. That one...

Slade:
What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself? Is that how you got your reputation Cisco, by havin' your partner build ya up?

Cisco:
I make no claim to a reputation señor, and no one has to talk for me.

Slade:
The Cisco Kid, heh. The 'Kid' part fits you from the way you act.

Cisco:
I've meet with your kind before. You a foolish hombre if you think he will not fight you.

Slade:
Your making big talk for an hombre who won't fight.

Cisco:
You're on, Slade. I'll fight you any place, any time, if there is a good reason.

Slade:
Well, here's a fist full of reasons.

The Sheriff:
Take care, now; you two quit that!

Slade:
Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid. You are the one that is finished, you braggart!

Poncho:
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Buenos, Cisco. Is that a good punch?

The Sheriff:
Alright you two, that's enough. Let him alone Cisco.

Slade:
I won't forget this Cisco. I'll take this up with you another time.

Cisco:
Any time hombre; I'd be glad to accommodate you.

Slade:
I'll make it soon Cisco.

The Sheriff:
Shut up Cass, keep your mouth shut. That's what I mean, Cisco; you attract trouble like a fiddler attracts a square dance. You understand why I don't want you staying in this town?

Cisco:
Do not worry sheriff.