This is a song about "Diego la viejita"

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Livin la vita da loca

My all gold rolly or the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Let diego speak when he sits down to play

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow