Blood In, Blood Out Page #4

You're gonna become a legend,

like Pancho Villa orJoaquin Murrieta!

To Cruz!

Ow!

- Who's that lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Beautiful lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Lovely, lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Oh, y, ou're fine, lady,

- Who's that lady,

Esta es mi pachanga,

so have a good time!

'Cause I'm crying out to y, ou

If I tell y, ou to pursue

Oh, y, ou can look, girl

but don't touch, baby,

- No, no, no

- Huacha, Chuey. Huacha, Chuey.

Huchalo, Chuey.

Who's that lady,

- Ow!

- Who's that lady,

- Sexy, lady,

- Go on, Chuey!

Who's that lady,

- Beautiful lady,

- Who's that lady,

- Oh, y, ou're fine, lady,

- Who's that lady,

- I would dance upon a string...

- Hey, Frankie, let me borrow

the keys to your brother's GTO.

Hey, yeah? What do you

think I am, a pendejo?

Oh, culero, see how you are, ese?

See who paints that portrait

of your girl like you wanted me to.

Oh, pinche Indian giver.

Hey, you promised, eh.

Hey, you're an Indian giver, ese.

Hey, me la ray, o, vato. I'll paint your

ruca firme like that, all naked y todo.

- Put some gas in it, ese.

- Hey, don't be putting stains

on Frankie's back seat, homes!

- Or the front seat,

or anywhere else, vato.

- Yes, I am

- Searchin', searchin'for my, baby,

- Orale, Cruzito.

Searchin', searchin'for my, love

Mira, huacha, huacha, huacha, Cruz.

I'm searchin'for my, baby,

- Hey.

- I'll find her

Thought you said

you was gonna be at this thing.

Huh? Guess what.

I got Frankie's brother's GT.

- You did?

- Yeah, you know it, mi hija.

So what's up? I thought you said

you was gonna be at this thing,

and then you didn't show up.

- You didn't tell me what time.

- Oh, well, let's dance, ruca.

- I love y, ou...

- Orale, Cruz.

I need y, ou by, my, side

For my,

For my, dream girl

I'll never, never

never have no peace

- Let's get outta here.

- No, no, no, no, no

Hey, where's Cruz going?

Hey, come here, homes!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, no way, homes.

- Wait!

- Where you goin'?

- But...

Cruz gonna open a present now, eh.

Oh, s., baboso.

Like you don't know. Come on.

I'm gonna take you out

with a knockout, homes.

- Orale, Juanito. Put up

your dukes, eh. Guard yourself.

- What do you think I'm doin'?

- Hit him with a right!

Hit him with a right!

- Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit.

But Bobby Chacon rises

and dusts Chu Chu Castillo.

- Pa-pa-pa pow-pow.

Picks him up, spins him around.

- Come on. Let me go!

Your skin's so soft, mi hijita.

Will you paint my picture?

I'm gonna paint you

like an Aztec princess.

- Hold me

- Hold me

- Hold me

- Hold me

I want y, ou...

Ooh, looky, looky.

Can I have some?

I like mine rare.

Ye-pa, ye-pa, ye-pa!

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