Lyrics

(Police are tracking Santa Barbara's 537 gang members) (Homicides, robberies, curfew violations, every offence is mapped) West side, creep creep to the streets with my clique 'Nother day up in the hood, contemplating on my schemes In de cuts with the gangsta's and the killers Rivals knowin' where we at, we be with them caps peelin' Fool is just yappin, they just woofing they just talking If we catch a lame slipping, chuck ya knuckles get to rockin' Always pack a strap plus my blue rag in my pocket Posted in the hood, sipping forty's feeling froggy Came up on the block your momma warned you not to go to Pendleton in hand and with the courtin like im old school Used to dump my clips and let fuckin' choppa go Loose bullets hit your boy and everybody that he close to Police on patrol but they ain't gonna stop nobody They don't know we leaving bodies Put the beamin' im like Scotty All the smoke we keep it froggy Use my pants to bag a shawty Slidin' on the opps like we be slidin' on some hockey They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy On my block, I see gangsters all around me They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy On my block, I see killers all around me Bang, bang, boogie, yeah I'm dipping through your city My name sound like Tupac but I struggle more like Biggie You silly now I make this music shit look easy Believe me, skill, waters, stars and active geesbie Big boy but your main bitch she loves my bro's Program time most of my homies we on the slow Heavy hitter for real, make these suckers feel the drill Makin' bangers on bangers I never signed no deal I'm a pimp I'm a mac yeah you know I'm hella mint Got a fly ass whip with a brand new strap Yeah your bitch pussy good but my bitch really bad East side poor for life, what don't you understand? Yo I pop em' like a socket if the boy get outta pocket Can't call yourself active when you're higher than a rocket Boy I spit facts I ain't really talking shit You have a soft ass heart and you ain't fit for this shit They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy On my block, I see gangsters all around me They ain't with it they can't do nun' 'bout us We in the hood all day gettin' rowdy Blunt smoke, gun smoke, yeah it's cloudy On my block, I see killers all around me
Writer(s): Manuel Jesus Ramirez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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