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Featuring lunasicc laroo
Now it's on flip me at '7 8 coupe
Reds hydraulics duece representin the do
And you can trip if ya wanna but boy you be's a goner
Leavin bloody footprints from sacramento to palmona
I'm a dog when it come to this gangsta shit
A young hog from the block and never shrank to fit
Roll with the hoovers and the e c's avalon watchin l b's
Compton track new park the s p c's
Bakersfield, fresno, seven trees
Duece nine outlies n-s-g's
My bgz got to trippin when the homey got soaked
When they heard about the shootout that *?i so?* called for bo-loc
As i ride, ride til i die
Best to hide, nigga, when i hit your block
I bring death on the suckers when my glock is cocked
I got hops in my coupe, a pocket full of loot
And it don't matter who start to funk when you're ridin with the do
We just handle that shit like the locs that we is
Hit them niggas quick, fuck the bitches and the kids
Split wigs, watch graves get digged
Representin to the fullest, guard block crib
Niggas wanna trip, well eat hollow tips
Never could you hang with my gang, no pain, no gain
Chorus:
Hoo-ride, mass slaughter, murder
Madmen, deadliest lyrical server
There is no higher, they gets no curver
Get em up close range, empty fullies and get further
*repeat*
Who got that gangsta, gangsta shit?
It be the niggas who got the biggest nuts and the gat that packs the
Fullest clip
Gotta have more chips than a grab bag full of doritos
Keep your bitch broken, make sure your pockets stay full of c-notes
Hardcore gangsta, fillin out a 20 year old nut
Gotta keep composure, puffin doja and it got me stuck
I'm down your strip, hopin i can pull a lick