Xicano Rap Updates

Lyrics: Lil Weirdo - No Cosign

2020-07-25T16:11:00.007-07:00

Lyrics For Lil Weirdo's "No Cosign" Song.

[Intro]

Look it

(Ima tap 88 he got them chops on em)

[Chorus]

I tell them stop lying

And we the ones who really outside

Getting our muscle up like it’s program time

Look it, fourth waivers toting 40s and .45s

To the ones we don't like

Start pressing they line

Look it, she started jocking 'cause the way that I rhyme

She ain't a ten but she an 8 or a 9

And get punked it couldn’t be one of mines

One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign

[Verse 1]

Ay what it is bitch, what it do hoe

If she ain't suckin' or fuckin' then she can move on

She just want to come and chill up in the studio

We ran the choo-choo train 'cause she ain´t new to those

Do my thing and pass to the team, then she get bootied on

And why you lovin' on that bitch? she a booty call

And yeah I call her a hoe, you call her beautiful

I be with thugs, you be with nerds in your videos

Poking his chest out every time he start rapping

But I´m the one that'll catch him in traffic and do him tragic

Hit a couple licks just like this gun got magic

I'm the maniac in black and when I see him attack him

You don't gotta ask about the kid, I check-up

Check my resume, hard-bodied and straight thug

Hella young, runnin' a muck, and real ones show love

If they speakin' on my name, when I see em' they know what´s up

[Chorus]

I tell them stop lying

And we the ones who really outside

Getting our muscle up like it´s program time

Look it, fourth waivers toting .40s and .45s

To the ones we don't like

Start pressing they line

Look it, she started jocking 'cause the way that I rhyme

She ain't a ten but she an 8 or a 9

And get punked it couldn’t be one of mines

One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign

[Verse 2]

Ay, bitch I hit that road like Jack

Oh, that's your boy? I hit your bro with a mack

She want a face to face, only hit from the back, ay

She want a kiss but I gave her some dap

The face okay, I only hit because she got ass

She getting on my nerves, but she all about her bag

She setting them up, and I run in with a mask

She fell in love with a thug, 'cause she knowin' I'm the man

He get out of line, I’ma put him in place

And the rules of the streets, I´m the champ and the heavyweight

Your bitch was a hoe, man she been busted

I was [?]

One of the faces of the town, so watch your face in the city

Why would praise a group of lames, man you gotta be kidding

They don't want to get at me, they know I mob way different

I hit the club with a banger and the mob in the building

[Chorus]

I tell them stop lying

And we the ones who really outside

Getting our muscle up like it´s program time

Look it, fourth waivers toting 40s and .45s

To the ones we don't like

Start pressing they line

Look it, she started jocking 'cause the way that I rhyme

She ain't a ten but she an 8 or a 9

And get punked it couldn’t be one of mines

One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign

Lyrics: King Lil G - Best Friend Judah

2017-02-28T00:02:00.003-08:00

Lyrics For King Lil G's "Best Friend Judah" Song From His "Blessed By God" Mixtape.

[Intro]
Yeah I Pray To God A Soldier
The Closest Ones To You
Is Gonna Be The Ones That Set You The Fuck Up
If I Die Before I Wake
Over Jealousy And Hoes

[Verse 1]
I Hate The Fact
That We Don't Speak Anymore
Over Jealousy And Greed
We Ain't The Team Anymore
Tell The People
What's The Reason Why We Enemies For
Don't Stutter
And Tell Em How You Need Me Before
Please Tell Em
How You Standing With Your Hand Out
I Could See The Truth Homie
I Could See Your Plan Now
Trying To Be Around Me
Just So You Could Go Get Cashed Out
I Can't Even Be Around You Homie
If I'm Passed Out
I Hate The Fact
That You Cowards Never Address It
You Write Your Captions & Comments
In My Direction
Ain't That The Way That My Ex-Bitches Express It
I Guess You Think Social Media Is More Effective
Then Come & Tryna Holla At Your Boy In Person
Nothing Else To Talk About Homie
It's Not Worth It

[Hook]
I Can't Believe You Betrayed Me Dog
What You Muthafuckas Really Hatin' On
Cause My Minds On My Money
And My Money's On My Mind
Tell Me What You Muthafuckas Really Hatin' On
(I Know Why, I Know Why, I Know Why)
Cause My Minds On My Money
And My Money's On My Mind

[Verse 2]
Later On That Day
My Homie came Through
With A Bulletproof Vest And A AK
I Started Thinkin' About The Past
I Would've Been The One That's Next You
Encase You Had To Blast
More Money More Problems Dog
It's Nothin' To A King
To Get The Problem Solved
Contract Killers
So What's The Issue?
47 Shots
You Can't Move From This Scarred Tissue
Remember When You Called From The County
Put Money In Your Books
So Be Careful How You Talk About Me
Coming With The Illest Flow
Get Your Feelings Hurt
And Thats The Realest Shit These Killers Know
Pray Before You Go To Sleep
Images Of God Coming For You
When You Rest In Peace

[Hook 2]
I Can't Believe You Betrayed Me Dog
What You Muthafuckas Really Hatin' On
With My Mind On My Money
And My Money On My Mind
(How You Feel Homie?)
Tell Me What You Muthafuckas Really Hatin' On
(I Know Why, I Know Why, I Know Why)
With My Mind On My Money
And My Money On My Mind

Lyrics: King Lil G - Kennedy

2017-02-21T22:33:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For King Lil G's "Kennedy" Song From His "Blessed By God" Mixtape.

[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I'm Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To '96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn't Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It's Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don't Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I'll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I'll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm - Blindfolded
In A White Man's World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It's Cancer
Then You'll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They'll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They'll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I'm A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That's The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don't Forget The Kennedy's
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don't Forget The Kennedy's
I'm Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now.
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don't Understand My Kind
That's Why It's Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don't Understand My Kind
That's Why It's Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn't Match My Life's Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That's The Only Way I Came Up
Now There's No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I'm In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike's
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
and all forms of human life.

[Hook]
President Don't Understand My Kind
That's Why It's Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don't Understand My Kind
That's Why It's Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

Lyrics: King Lil G - L.A. Vibe

2017-02-17T21:41:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For King Lil G's "L.A. Vibe" Song From His "Blessed By God" Mixtape.

[Goodfellas Dialogue]
As Far Back As I Can Remember
I Always Wanted To Be A Gangster

[King Lil G]
Hey Where You Muthafuckers From Homie?
Yeah, Bang That Shit
I Said Bang That Shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Home Of The Crips & Bloods
Where The Ese's Shoot
And They Never Run
L.A. County Blues
What We Do For Fun
And I'm Never Gonna Tell Em
Who The Shooter was
I'm Gonna Keep On Getting High
Til The Budda Comes
Gang Signs In The Sky
We The Hooligans
And I'm Never Gonna Tell You
Who The Fuck To Trust
And I'm Never Gonna Tell You
Who The Fuck It Was
I Hesitate
So Basically I Made It To The Gang
In The Major League
Rap Game Came Through
So It Pays A G
Get Love So Much
I Don't Play With Beef
I Just Ride Homicide
Through The Enemies Hood
Give A Fuck What The Enemy Does
Just Be Ready When The Enemy Comes
Little Homie Found Out
What A Felony Was
Bitch My Hood Don't Play
Got Recruited In L.A
Got Them Shooters Moving Weight
We Come Through & Pull That K
We Like The Muthafucking Navy
I'm Trying To Save Money
I'm Hoping That God Is The One
That Could Save Me
It's Easy Concealing A Weapon
It's Almost Impossible
Raising A Baby
Keeping It Gangsta Is Hard
And I Do It
But Often, Its Driving Me Crazy

[Hook]
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without That Gangsta Shit
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without That Gangsta Shit
Gangsta, Gangsta
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without That Gangsta Shit
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without It
Wouldn't Be L.A
Wouldn't Be L.A. (A)
Wouldn't Be L.A. (Never)
Wouldn't Be L.A. (No)
Wouldn't Be L. (A)

[Verse 2]
Tell Your Homies Better Go & Hold A Pistol
Got Your Homie Shot
Now Your Homies Miss Em
That's What Happens
When I Wanna Go Against You
That's What Happens
When I Wanna Push An Issue
Told You Suckas
I Could Never Reconcile
Gangsta Without A Doubt
Don't Never Get Caught When You Out Of Bounds
Don't Never Get Caught When You Out Of Town
I Was In The Middle Of The Muthafucken Block That Day
(Block That Day)
Then I Heard A Little Whistle
And A Muthafucker Kock N Spray (Cocked & Sprayed)
Gunshots Went Pop
Till The Cops Helicopters Came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Then They Put Em In A Coma
Couldn't Move Till The Doctors Came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Everybody In L.A. Cock Back That Shit
Go Bang (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Got Weed Got Pills
Perscribed Like Kurt Cobain

[Hook]
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without That Gangsta Shit
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without That Gangsta Shit
Gangsta, Gangsta
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without That Gangsta Shit
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom
Wouldn't Be L.A. Without It
Wouldn't Be L.A
Wouldn't Be L.A. (A)
Wouldn't Be L.A. (Never)
Wouldn't Be L.A. (No)
Wouldn't Be L. (Yeah Yeah Yeah)

Lyrics: LaLa Romero - Angels In The City (Feat. King Lil G & Reverie)

2017-02-14T14:27:00.000-08:00

Lyrics For LaLa Romero's "Angels In The City" Song Feat. King Lil G & Reverie From Her "Palm Tree Dreams" Mixtape.

[King Lil G]
This For The Kush Gods
Cause The Weed Is Beautiful
And California's Beautiful Too

[Hook]
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud

[Verse 1; King Lil G]
I Used Spend Time With You Bitches
Thinkin' About The Times
When I Got High With You Bitches
My Homie Just Paroled
And Got Some Time Up In Prison
I'm Trying To Save His Life
Cause At Night
He's Going On Missions
You Need To Look At Life
From A Different Angle
Can We Be Free?
Smoke Weed
City Of Angels
Even The Pretty Bitches Here
Know How To Keep It Gangsta
Don't You Be Fooled
By These Cali Classy Women With Favor
Just Picture The Possibilities
Like The Movie Blow
I'm Living It Up At The Beach
With My Homies Getting Blown
I'm Trying To Analyze The World
But I'm Still Fucking Stoned
I'm Thinking About Growing Weed
I Need To Cop Some Clones
I Like To Play LaLa's Music On The Highway
Blazing More Trees Than Smokey On A Friday

(It's Like Angels In The City)

[Hook 2]
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud
(City Of Angels)
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud

[Verse 2: Reverie]
I Hustle For A Livin'
No No Hesitation
Do What I Need To Do
To Stay Grounded
So I Blaze it
I'm So Fucking Amazing
Chasin' Money
Like My Life Depended On It
To Be Honest
I Promise
Never Catching Dust
I Stay Polished
This Angels Fallin'
Going All In Till I'm Ballin'
Turn Off The Freeway
And I Pull Up To A Mexican
Slanging Bags Of Oranges
You Know I'm Supporting Him
Cause Everybody Gotta A Find A Way To Eat
It's Endless Opportunity
Out On These Los Angeles Streets uh
I'm So Inspired
In This City Of Dreams
The Golden State
The Only Place
Where Sunshine Never Goes Away
So How Can I Complain?
Bout This Perfection
I Find Peace In The Chaotic
Exotic, Melodic, Ironic Sunny California
And If You Ain't Puffin' Up On That Blunt
Yo I'll Hit It For Ya

[Hook 2]
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud
(So Proud, So Proud, So Proud)
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud

[Verse 3: LaLa Romero]
Come With Me
Let's Take A Walk
Through My City Streets
All Day
Around My Way
Get Anything You Need
All Day
We Kickin' Back
Down On Venice Beach
All Day
Follow Me
I'm Workin' Hard
Nothing Comes For Free
All Day
I'm At The Cruise
At The End Of The Week
All Day
And All My People Got Love For Me
In L.A.

[Hook 2]
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud
It's Like Angels In The City
Telling Me To Keep My Head In The Clouds
And To Keep One Foot On The Ground
And To Keep Making My City Proud

(All Day In L.A., L.A.)

Lyrics: King Lil G - Different World (Feat. Young Drummer Boy)

2017-01-31T22:21:00.002-08:00

Lyrics For King Lil G's "Different World" Song Feat. Drummer Boy From His "Blessed By God" Mixtape.

[Hook 1: Drummer Boy]
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke

[King Lil G]
47 Everything
Young Drummer Boy In This Muthafucka
Smoke! Yeah

[Verse 1: Drummer Boy]
It's Been 2 Days
And Bitch I'm Still High (Still High)
They Try To Hate
But Bitch I Still Shine (Still Shine)
I Almost Panic
Had A Tooly On Me
Now Police Are Trippin'
And They Pull Me Over
Got Some Money On Me
Got Some Bullets Homie
Got Some Homies
That's Catching Them Cases For Me
Kept It G And Never Told On Me
What You Mean The Homies Rolled On Me?
That They Snitching On Me?
That They Turned Informants?
Man I Plead The Fifth
I Got My Lawyer Coming
Bitch I'm From Pomona
Where The Hood Die Young
Where The Hood Die Young
I'm Gon' Tat The Ave
Over My Soldier Bones
With Some Real Nice Guns
Gone Off That Liquor
Whole Squad Full Of Killers
If You Don't Fuck With Him
You Don't Fuck With Me
And Why You Trying To Hang With Us?
All I Want Is That Money
The Bitch I'm Fucking She Love Me
If You Ain't Bout That Paper Chase
Then You Ain't Really Bout Nothing

[Hook 2: Drummer Boy]
I Been Living In A Different World
I Seen Some Shit You Ain't Never Seen
Murder Cases For The Little Homies
I Hope That Future Ain't A One For Me
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
I Be On Another Level
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
She Was Smoking With The Devil
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
Can't Imagine How I Felt
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
I Do This Shit All By Myself
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke

[ Verse 2: King Lil G]
They Got The Hood Under Investigation
Swerve
They Talking Bout Gang Allegations
Bitch Swerve
Who The Fuck Lied To You Homie?
Don't Get It Twisted
I'm Kind To You Homie
You The Type
That'll Lie To The Homies
You Ain't The Type
That'll Ride For The Homies
I'm Not Adjusted To This Generation
I'm Still Waiting For All Of The Stars To Align
Too Many Mumble Rappers
I'm A Humble Rapper
With A Seat That's About To Recline
What Did You Put In My Cup?
I Been Going Through Some Issues With Trust
I Don't Really Wanna Talk About It
But Who The Fuck Voted For Trump?
You Was Distracted By Strippers & Ones
You Was Distracted By Killers & Guns
You Was Distracted With All Of The Things
That We Going
We Buy All The Ones We Love
Fuck It Then
Go And Pass Me That Gold Bottle
God Knows I Can't Be Your Role Model

[Hook 2: Drummer Boy]
I Been Living In A Different World
I Seen Some Shit You Ain't Never Seen
Murder Cases For The Little Homies
I Hope That Future Ain't A One For Me
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
I Be On Another Level
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
She Was Smoking With The Devil
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
Can't Imagine How I Felt
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke
I Do This Shit All By Myself
Get Cash, Get Cash
And Then Go Smoke

Lyrics: Brownside - El Mas Buscado

2017-01-30T16:19:00.004-08:00

Lyrics For Brownside's "El Mas Buscado" Song From Brownside's "Bangin' Story'z" Album.

[Verse 1]
El Más Buscado
Dice el pinche letrero
Cinco millones
Para el cabron que ponga dedo
Pero quiero que sepan
Que a mí me vale madre
Yo los hago pedazos
Así es que no me ladre
Soy jefe de jefes
Y matón de corazón
Habrán el pinche camino
Porque ahí viene el don
Cobrando cuentas
Eliminando enemigos
Y les voy a dar piso
A los que no anden conmigo
Con mis ere quince
Y mis cuernos de chivo
Soy matón de matones
La Santa Muerte es mi testigo
Traigo pistoleros
Y yo soy el que mandó
Pero cabrón de huevos
Traigo en mi comando
Así es que pagen sus cuentas
Porque las ando ajustando
Aquí en esta plaza
Yo soy el que mandó

[Hook]
Ando con puro cabrón
Y me vale madre
Y si aprecias tu vida
compa a mi no me ladres
Soy jefe de jefes
Soy el más buscado
Los gabachos sueñan
Llevarme al otro lado
Eso no pasará
Porque primero me muero
Traigo gente de huevos
Y tengo mucho dinero
Soy jefe de jefes
Y me busca la ley
Y como dice el compa Chente
Sigo siendo el rey

[Verse 2]
Ami me cuida la ley
Los traigo pagados
Municipales federales
hasta la mesa de dicutados

Soy jefe de jefes
El más buscado en mi tierra
Y no chinguen conmigo
Porque yo les doy guerra
Ando con trocas rindiadas
Rodeados de pistoleros
en mi rancho con la banda
Muchas viejas y dinero
toneladas de mota
Y kilos de cocaína
Saco cien libretas
De cada pinche cocina
Cien por ciento pura
Te quita la calentura
Y cuando ando malillas
Un pericazo me cura
Soy jefe de jefes
Y matón de matones
Y van a morir todos
Los que me traicionen
Ejecutados amarrados
Y también decapitados
Y a los que tengan frío
Los dejamos cobijados

[Hook]
Ando con puro cabrón
Y me vale madre
Y si aprecias tu vida
compa a mi no me ladres
Soy jefe de jefes
Soy el más buscado
Los gabachos sueñan
Llevarme al otro lado
Eso no pasará
Porque primero me muero
Traigo gente de huevos
Y tengo mucho dinero
Soy jefe de jefes
Y me busca la ley
Y como dice el compa Chente
Sigo siendo el rey

[Verse 3]
Escotado me la paso
Listo pa lo que sea
El gobierno me avisa
Cuando anda cercas la D.E.A.
Y mi comando listo
Con el dedo en el gatillo
Para ser las tronar
Hasta el último castillo
mi cartel es el cartel
De los carteles grandes
Y si eres mi enemigo
Te mataré donde andes
Soy un pistolero
Peligroso mafioso
Delincuente desde joven
Hasta que llegue a ser famoso
Y ahora me buscan
Y pagan mucho dinero
Los gabachos me esperan
Pero primero me muero
Soy jefe de jefes
De los más chingones
No le tengo miedo al diablo
Con ti más los llorones
Soy el último de los malos
Como yo ya no hablar
Cuando se acabe mi corrido
Hasta tu vieja llorará

[Hook]
Ando con puro cabrón
Y me vale madre
Y si aprecias tu vida
compa a mi no me ladres
Soy jefe de jefes
Soy el más buscado
Los gabachos sueñan
Llevarme al otro lado
Eso no pasará
Porque primero me muero
Traigo gente de huevos
Y tengo mucho dinero
Soy jefe de jefes
Y me busca la ley
Y como dice el compa Chente
Sigo siendo el rey

Lyrics: YBE - Silent Hill

2017-01-25T00:11:00.002-08:00

Lyrics For YBE's "Silent Hill" Song From His "Black Roses" Mixtape.

[Verse 1]
See I Remember Back In The Days
We Used To Get High
I'm Ditching School With All My Homies
Rolling In A G Ride
My Mama Trying
But She Know That I'm Blind
But Its Okay
I Got That Money On My Mind
And I'm A Get it Every Day
Young Teen With A Strap On The Waist
Praying For The Homie
That He Beats Another Case
That's Why Whenever Shit Pops Off
Make Sure You Never Leave A Trace
Cause If You Do
Shit Could Go Wrong
And There'll Be Time You Have To Face
Believe Me
I Got Homies Facing 25 To Life
It Sucks And They Stuck
So They'll Never See The Light
My Uncle Got Corrupted
When He Did His First 5
And Now He Ain't The Same
They Say He Crazy In The Mind
The Day My Grandma Died
I Realized What Love Was
I Shed A Couple Tears
I Know You Watching From Above
I Wanna Make You Proud
Deep Inside I'm Feeling Painful
But I Know That You Got Me
Cause You My Guardian Angel

[Hook]
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Things Will Never Be The Same
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Things Will Never Be The Same
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Smoking On That La La La La
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Smoking On That La La La La

[Verse 2]
I'm Still Running Through The Streets
Trying To Get That Pay
And I Stay Duckin' From Police
They Trying To Lock Us Away
I'm Smoking On That Mary Jane
You Know I'm Feeling Insane
I'm Getting Tatted On My Body
Trying To Ease The Pain
Living In A Broken City
All Surrounded By Fiends
Losing Hope While Pockets Broke
They Stuck Smoking That Tweak
See I'm Speaking On The Real
Cause I Don't Mess With The Fake
When You Around Some Certain People
Better Watch What You Say
Nowadays Fools Be Snitching
Working With Cops
I Learned To Never Trust Anybody
But My Forty-Five Glock
I've Had Friends Turn Enemies
Treating Them Like Family
Now Its Fuck Em All
I Keep My Pistol Right Beside Me
Chilling At My Crib Around Noon
I Got A Call from My Mother
My Cousin Left Us Too Soon
Rest In Peace Andy
You'll Forever Be Remembered
I'll See You One Day
Cause We Gon' All Be Together
Rest In Peace

[Hook]
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Things Will Never Be The Same
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Things Will Never Be The Same
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Smoking On That La La La La
We Smoking Blunts On A Silent Hill
Smoking On That La La La La

Lyrics: Young Trav - Life On The Run (Feat. Conejo)

2017-01-15T03:06:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For Young Trav's "Life On The Run" Song Feat. Conejo From His "Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind" Album.

[Intro: Conejo]
Whats Up Homeboy
I'm Out Here & Its Feeling Like Home
S-K-M

[Verse 1: Conejo]
I'm On The East Side
With The Homies From Rivas
They Got Skante
And They Got Chiva
That's Cold
Fresh Out The Freezer
Warm Things Up
Nine Milli Heater
I'm C-Rock
Ce-O-Ene
Muthafuckas Pop Off
Cuando Yo Ordene
It's Like That
I Leave Em Shook
The Kalashnikov
Is All It Took
So Beware
Cause I Do Damage
I'm Schizophrenic
A West Los Savage
Too Many Targets
Ese On The Ave
Its A Car Bomb Planted
Don't Make Me Mad
You Way Off
Your Boys Stay In The Pocket
The Only Fucking Topic
Is To Make That Profit
Oh No I Do Mine Dolo
I Control C-Rap
From Outer Space
You Know Though
Yeah
Just Give Me A Track
Mac-11 Let Loose
And The Stadium Collapse
That's All Facts
Travieso Pass The Doja
Make That Kush
For All My Soldiers

[Hook]
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
Coming From Some Real G's
Living Life On The Run
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
Coming From Some Real G's
Living Life On The Run

[Verse 2: Young Trav]
I Was Told That I'm The Sickest
But Some Of The Sickest
Shit I Swear To God Dog
I'm Not Getting Religious
It's Trav & G Rabbs
What You Know About That?
Tell Your Homeboys
They Don't Want Beef Fall Back
See This Legendary Shit
That You Hear In Your Ears
I Been Grinding Just To Make It
Where I Am For Years
Doing Dirt I Did It
While This Fine Bitch Dome'd Me
And I Hold My Own Glock
No One Holding It For Me
See Em Talking Loud
Then The Straps Start Sparking
You Come Into My Spot
Got The Pit Bulls Barking
Ain't Nothing When You Live It
All My G's Alarm Me
And You Know That I Accept
When My Boys Collect Call Me
This Loyalty Is Real
And The Shit Run Deep
I'm A Inner Circle Boy
And I Get No Sleep
I Do What I Do
Till I'm In My Coffin
And I Want It All G
I Ain't Spending My Profit

[Hook]
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
Coming From Some Real G's
Living Life On The Run
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
I Let Em All Have It
If Them Dudes Act Dumb
Coming From Some Real G's
Living Life On The Run

Lyrics: Kam - YouTube Gangsta (Feat. King Lil G)

2017-01-12T23:34:00.003-08:00

Lyrics For KAM's "YouTube Gangsta" Song Feat. King Lil G From His "Mutual Respect" Album.

[Verse 1: King Lil G]
I Had A Conversation With God
I'm Trying To See Through My Future
Why They Killed My Homie Shaggy?
Why They Had To Go Shoot Em?
Why We Grew Up So Broke?
Why Is My Family Ruined?
Why These Fake Ass Rappers
They All Be Acting Like Judah's
Please Explain To Me
Just Explain To Me
On Why The Fuck You Smiling Front
But Then show Jealousy
This Bout To Kill Ya
Dropped Another Video
But Nobody Feels Ya
And I Don't Care
What You Be Rapping About
I'm Not Familiar
I Dropped A Video
In 90 Days It Got A Million
My Fans Promoted That Shit
I Bet It Fucking Kills Ya
The Can't Wait To Get In Fights
So They Can Go Record
The Only People Who Record
Is A Fucking Informant
You Saying That's The Way You Get Exposed
But How You Get Exposed
When All You Did Was Let The Cops Know
For All That Shit You Putting Up
And Thanks To You
Now Detectives Got A Lead
Now They Know Whats Up

[Hook: King Lil G]
YouTUbe Gangstas
YouTUbe Gangstas
Why The Fuck You On The Internet
If You Too Gangsta
I Know You Thirsty For Fame Boy
I See You Thirsty For Fame Boy
YouTUbe Gangstas
YouTUbe Gangstas
Why The Fuck You On The Internet
If You Too Gangsta
I See You Thirsty For Fame Boy
I Know You Thirsty For Fame Boy

[Verse 2: KAM]
Lord Have Mercy
It's So Many Satan's
Thirsting For Fame
And Even More People Who Hatin'
Speaking Curses On My Name
Instigatin' Behind The Curtain
While I'm Just Peepin' They Game
Trying To Act Like They Ain't Hurtin'
But These Lames Is All The Same
One Thing I Know For Certain
That's The Burden & The Pain
Staying Real While Others Feel
No Need To Live By What They Claim
Such A Low Down Dirty Shame
That That's Your Purpose In Your Aim
Too Many Cannibals
And Circus Animals
For Me To Tame
I Could Either Go Postal
Or They Could Read You Your Rights
We Gangsta West Coastin'
You Social Media Sites
About The Lights & The Cameras
When You Go Into Action
You Like A Nail With No Hammers
Can't Get No Satisfaction
While I'm Relaxing With The Fam
Proving I'm More Than Just A Rap Cat
You Busy YouTubin'
On Instagram & Snapchat
Getting Laughed At
Dude We All Come From The Fucking Gutter
But Thanks To That I'm Coming Up
But You Ain't Nothin' But A..

[Hook: King Lil G]
YouTUbe Gangstas
YouTUbe Gangstas
Why The Fuck You On The Internet
If You Too Gangsta
I Know You Thirsty For Fame Boy
I See You Thirsty For Fame Boy
YouTUbe Gangstas
YouTUbe Gangstas
Why The Fuck You On The Internet
If You Too Gangsta
I See You Thirsty For Fame Boy
I Know You Thirsty For Fame Boy

Lyrics: Stomper - El Mestico (Feat. Conejo)

2017-01-11T01:17:00.000-08:00

Lyrics For Stomper's "El Mestico" Song Feat. Conejo From His "New Days New Ways" Album.

[Movie Dialogue]
Do you know what "nemesis" means?
A righteous infliction of retribution
manifested by an appropriate agent.
Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.

[Hook: Conejo]
Mi brazo armado
Cobra nueva sangre
Singo de tortura
Una muerta macabre
Reconoce
Que te aniquiló
Retomando en flores
Siempre sido mi estilo

[Verse 1: Conejo]
I guard the temple
At all cost
If you soft You get washed
And your body get tossed
This the rough cut
Uncensored boy
Convoy was deployed
By the real McCoy
Mac 11
Legendary status
Artillery
for the apparatus
High ranking
International banking
I been through the worse
But I'm still standing
Commanding
Every human skull
With their finger on the trigger
When it's time to get pulled
I stay in line
With the ruckus
Puppet master
Revenge my justice
Fuck it
This airwave terror
Get cheddar all day
In a way more clever
Killing stones
Fire from the rocket
If you in the field
Get the fucking profit

[Hook: Conejo]
Mi brazo armado
Cobra nueva sangre
Singo de tortura
Una muerta macabre
Reconoce
Que te aniquiló
Retomando en flores
Siempre sido mi estilo

[Bridge]
Un apoyo
Logístico
O picando mi lugar
Siempre místico
Por un orden
Ese toda la plaza
You don't wanna go against
These fucking monsters

[Verse 2: Stomper]
So can you feel it?
Ese nothing can save ya
I'm with that ski-mask boy
Haters catching the vapors
Chasing papers
Sometimes your hands get bloody
Set up shop on the block
Fill my pockets with money
Keep it comin'
And keep em runnin' for cover
You's a broke muthafucka
I'm your neighborhood hustla
I got em watching
But they scared to approach me
Cause I'm ready for war
Pray to Huitzilopochtli
Get jacked
Then I bury his bones
A sacrificial ceremony
Through this microphone
Ask conejo
About that murder he wrote
Cast spells through every note
The mexica occult
Cut throat
I pack my colt .45
Kush smoke keep me high
I'm wanted dead or alive
I write a rhyme
That metaphysically hearing
Lyrical sessions of possessions
Walk and talk with the spirits

[Hook: Conejo]
Mi brazo armado
Cobra nueva sangre
Singo de tortura
Una muerta macabre
Reconoce
Que te aniquiló
Retomando en flores
Siempre sido mi estilo

[Bridge]
Un apoyo
Logístico
O picando mi lugar
Siempre místico
Por un orden
Ese toda la plaza
You don't wanna go against
These fucking monsters

[Verse 3: Conejo]
Abandoned corpse
On the road
Like it was nothin'
But a episode
That's project violence
At its best
I express what I see
Eternal rest
Holocaust
Is in my words
A weekend to a journey
That'll take you forth
To a place
You know nothin' of
Ese bullets coming down
From up above
I'll distort their face
Psycho space
With that rock cocaine
In the market place
You embrace
My routine
I'm more quick
loco unforeseen
and I can't lose
with the clock
I unlock their codes
No writers block
You can summon
To do my bidding
Clip muthafuckas
To the grave I'm thick

[Outro: Movie dialoge]
You're always gonna have problems
lifting a body in one piece.
Apparently the best thing to do
is cut up a corpse into six pieces
and pile it all together.
You gotta get rid of them,
because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze
for your mum to discover, now is it?

Lyrics: Emc Senatra - All In It (Feat. King Lil G)

2017-01-10T00:38:00.003-08:00

Lyrics For Emc Senatra's "All In It" Song Feat. King Lil G From His "LongLiveJrox" Mixtape.

[Hook]
Tobacco Out The Window
Double Platinum With The Indo
In The Camry The Windows Tinted
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It

[Verse 1]
In My Four Corner Room
Thinking Of The Next Move
We All Get Crazy
Trying To Hold On Our Own Cool
Money On The Mind
While We Tryna Roll A Doobie
My Girl Be Trippin'
Trying To Make My Life A Movie
Left From The 8
Trying To Get My Shit Straight
While My People Looking At Me
Like If It Was All Hate
After All The Time
I Broke Bread With The Snakes
Calling Up Memo
Saying Let's Ride To The Gates
So We Ride To The Gate
We Gon' Ride Till The Day
I Got The Big Homies
Rolling With The AK
And They Don't Listen
To Anything That You Gotta Say
If You Wanna Go To War For No Reason
We Gon' Bring It
We Could Go Missing In The Smoke
Whenever I Get Faded
I'll Be Cruisin Down Slauson
In The Passenger Blazing
Make A Right On Alameda
While We Rolling Up The Cake
I Got My Girl Revi
That Could Roll It When I'm Straight

[Hook]
Tobacco Out The Window
Double Platinum With The Indo
In The Camry The Windows Tinted
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It

[Verse 2: King Lil G]
I Told My Little Homie
That I'm Really Down To Ride With It
Utilize The Nine
Encase These Suckas Out Of Line With It
Think Somebody Snitching
Cause They Trying To Say That I Did It
Never Showed My Face
No Case To My Time With It
Bitch Can't You Tell That I'm A Criminal
Can't You Tell I Rep My Shit In Every Visual
I Put A Couple Of These Bitches
In My Videos
And Then I Went & Cashed A Check For My Residuals
Gangsta Individual
Never To A Minimal
Homies With The Straps
And The Scratched Off Serials
Need To Stop Playing With Me
Homie Caught A Plane with Me
Went To Chicago
Then I Brought Em To L.A. With Me
Occasionally You Should Blaze With Me
Call Up The Squad
It's Okay With Me
It's Okay With Me
I Call Up Chantelle To Stay With Me

[Outro]
Window
Indo
(Young Senatra)
Windows Tinted
(Five Star Muthafucken General)
Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
Smoke All In It
(Bang That Shit)
In The Passenger
With Smoke All In It
Running Through Your Bulletproof Vest
Four-Seven To The Chest
Senatra

Lyrics: YBE - Mexico (Ft. I Suppose)

2017-01-05T16:30:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For YBE's "Mexico" Song feat. I Suppose From His "Black Roses" Mixtape.

[Hook]
This Is For My People
Up In Mexico
This Is For My People
Up In Mexico
You Talking About The Ghetto
But You Never Been To Mexico
You Talking About The Ghetto
But You Never Been To Mexico
(Estados Unidos Mexicanos)

[Verse 1]
This Is For My Mexican People
All My Illegals In The Street
They Ain't Treating Us Equal
And We Just Looking For Some Peace
People Dying So Often
It's Like A Normal Thing To See
I Pray My Lord For My Soul To Keep
I Don't Know What's Going On
But Shit Is Getting Out Of Hand
The Government Don't Even Help
To Try To Fix The Land
Go Visit You Will See
The Way My People Be Living
Always Working But Struggling
Because The Pay Wage Is So Different
In USA The Minimum Wage Is 7 Bucks
But When You Live In Mexico
You Make A Hundred A Month
So If You Look At The Statistics
You Will See How It Is
I'm Only Telling You
Cause You Don't Understand How They Live
Now I Can't Wait For All The Critics
That Will Comment & Diss Me
And Try To Say
I Only Been To Mexico For A Visit
But Muthafucker I Was Living & Chilling
For 3 Years
Sippin' A Few Beers
Just Coolin' With My Peers
I Worked At A Liquor Store
Lowkey Selling Bags Of Dro
Bought Myself A Buick
With My Boys & Some Hoes
Rest In Peace To Cheque
Man That Fool Was Like My Older Bro
Went To Jail Got Out
I Seen Em Once
And Then They Took His Soul
Mexico's Corrupted
You Know Nothing About The Ghetto
People Die Every Day
Shit Ain't Never Getting Settled
Why You Think My People
Looking For Some Work Across The Border
So Fuck Donald Trump
We Won't Surrender To Your Orders

[Interlude]

[Hook]
This Is For My People
Up In Mexico
This Is For My People
Up In Mexico
You Talking About The Ghetto
But You Never Been To Mexico
You Talking About The Ghetto
But You Never Been To Mexico
(Estados Unidos Mexicanos)

[Verse 2: I Suppose]
Middle Finger
For The Muthafucking Juras
Tequila De La Cura
Menudo Pa La Cruda
Estamos Peleando
Pero La Guerra Esta Dura
Los Políticos Te Enferman
Pero La Verdad Te Cura
Mi Gente Está Madura
No Más Quieren Trabajar
Pero Estos Pinches Putos
No Los Dejan En Paz
Venden Flores En Las Calles
Caminando Por El Valle
Y La Pinche Jura Viene
Y Se Los Quiere llevar
Pero Somos Mexicanos
Siempre Por La Paz Peleamos
Como Pancho Y Emiliano
Con Pistolas En Caballo
Como Julio César Chávez
Un Putazo Con Las Manos
Y Si Quieren Una Revolución
Aqui Estamos!
Y No Los Vamos
Qué No Saben Dónde Están
Yo No Vivo En América
Estos Califaztlan
Nos Robaron Esta Tierra
Ni Un Pinche Hueso Nos Dan
Y Nos Tratan Como Perros
Yo No Soy Un Criminal
Y Ese Guey De Donald Trump
Se La Pasa Hablando
Puras Chingaderas
Sin Puras
Quiere Matar A Mi Cultura
Es Una Sepultura
Y Yo Subo A Las Alturas Del Cielo
Como Jesucristo En Las Escrituras
El Gobierno es Como Juda
Nomas Nos Quieren Chingar
Y Ponerme En La Cruce
Me Quieren Crucificar
Me Saco El Corazón
Lo Voy A Sacrificar
Mexicano Hasta La Muerte
Y No Me Van A Parar
What!?

[Hook]
This Is For My People
Up In Mexico
This Is For My People
Up In Mexico
You Talking About The Ghetto
But You Never Been To Mexico
You Talking About The Ghetto
But You Never Been To Mexico
(Estados Unidos Mexicanos)

Lyrics: YBE - The Art Of Hustle (Ft. Slowpoke)

2017-01-03T00:51:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For YBE's "The Art Of Hustle" Song feat. Slowpoke From His "Black Roses" Mixtape.

[Verse 1]
Now It All Started Once
With A Homie In The Trap
Send Em On a Trip
He Gon' Make It Right Back
Loads In The Tunnel
We Gonna Hustle Till It Stacks
Yeah They Say They Got The Work
But They Never Holla Back
I Been All About My Money
You Should Know Where I'm At
Don't Be Coming At Me
Like You Don't Know Where I Stand
I Got Plugs - I Got Uncles
I Got People In The Jungle
So I Get It For The Low
So When I Flip It - I Make Double
I Stay Away From Trouble
Federales Trying To Get Me
Burning Through The City
And My Homie Got The Semi
They Know We Got The Worst
So They Just Wanna Knock The Hustle
I Know They See Me Poppin'
So They Wanna See Me Struggle
Fuck Em I'm A Get Em
I'm A Hustle For The Benjy's
18-Wheeler Loaded
Road Trip Missions
Homie I Been On The Clock
All I Gotta Do Is Drop
Pull Up To The Spot
Dog I Run My Position
You Ain't Really Bout That
Acting Like You Got It
But You Never Really Flipped Fast
All I Hear Is Talking
Woofing Like You Really Pushin'
But You Never Moved A Thang
The Only Thing You Movin'
Is Some Nickles For Some Change
I'd Be Laughing At Em Like A Joke
That Shit Is Funny To Me
Four-Hundred Grand
Big Money
Come And Hustle For Me
Open Up Shop On The Block
Get Your Money Right
Keep An Eye Out For The Cops

[Bridge]
Through The Midnight
Watch Out Watch Out
Through The Midnight
Keep An Eye Out For The Cops
Through The Midnight
They Been Trying To Catch Me
But I'm Never Slippin' Homie
Pedal To The Metal
As I'm Grippin' On My Forty
Living My Life On The Edge
I Ain't Trippin'
I Could Lose It All Today
But I'm Still Whippin' In The Kitchen
This Is What It Is
And The Hustle Don't Stop
If You Need The Plug
Then You Know That I Got That

[Hook]
Weed - Coke & Blood (Green)
Weed - Coke & Blood (White)
Weed - Coke & Blood (Red)
Everybody Know We The Plug
(That's The Color Of The Flag)
Weed - Coke & Blood (Green)
Weed - Coke & Blood (White)
Weed - Coke & Blood (Red)
Everybody Know We The Plug
(That's The Color Of The Flag)

[Verse 2: Slowpoke]
From The Desert To The Beach
From The Border To The Port
From The Chuco Town Streets
To The Corpus Christi Shores
What You Want?
What You Need?
What You Smoke?
Or You Snort?
Got The Muthafucken Fiends
Steady Knockin' At Our Door
Now My People Stay The Plug
All The Hustle Is In Our Blood
Music, Clothes, Drugs
Come And Holla At A Thug
If They Buying I'm Supplying
Got My Money With a Buzz
Dollas Signs On My Mind
Gotta Hustle With So Much
You Ain't Going Nowhere
If You Always Staying Still
Make Some Fucking Moves
If You Trying To See A Mill
Ain't No Fucking Rules
When You In The Battlefield
Every Man For Themselves
Man We'll Steal To Kill
Burberry Belt
Conceals My Protection
Green Currency Vs. Snow White Affection
Or Share With Blood
Better Pay The Connection
Fuck Donald Trump
Show Respect To A Mexican

[Hook]
Weed - Coke & Blood (Green)
Weed - Coke & Blood (White)
Weed - Coke & Blood (Red)
Everybody Know We The Plug
(That's The Color Of The Flag)
Weed - Coke & Blood (Green)
Weed - Coke & Blood (White)
Weed - Coke & Blood (Red)
Everybody Know We The Plug
(That's The Color Of The Flag)

Lyrics: Emc Senatra - Cruel Intentions

2017-01-02T18:39:00.003-08:00

Lyrics For Emc Senatra's "Cruel Intentions" Song From His "LongLiveJrox" Mixtape.

[Verse 1]
Look its hard to accept the fact
That I've done you wrong
But I just wanna talk to you
Baby girl just remain calm
Cause every time I see you
Man we always seem to argue
That's why I never come over
Now and hardly tend to call you
Cause it's crazy
Don't you remember the good times we have
We hated school so we would hop the fence
And ditch to my pad
Girl it was great but not no more
I'm in the spot where I don't know
Do I really wanna be with you?
Or wanna let you go?
All your friends tell you I'm cheating
But what point are they proving?
You just believe their assumptions
Then jump up into conclusions
I only fucked up one time
Now you never could trust me
Why the fuck you with me then?
I don't believe that you love me
I think it's just a phase
It's all a game
You know this shit is all the same
We grow apart and people change
and me and you just out of range
I'm going through some shit
I thought I'd let you know
That it's better for my health
For me to just to let you go

[Bridge]
And I don't date
We good for this
And I know you know
That it drove you sick
So let her know that I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
Let her know that I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
But she said

[Verse 2]
How the fuck you gonna tell me
that I didn't love you?
How the fuck you do this shit
And expect me to trust you
I guess my mom was right
A perfect couple is all a dream
But what the fuck Frank
It was only suppose to be you and me
But you gon' care when I ain't there
But know you'll still be in my prayers
Wipe them tears
You know you don't care
Cause if you did
then you'd be right here
Saying shit that you should do
to fix it but you don't
I only want the truth for you
Why can't you admit you was wrong
You knew I was a virgin
When you fucked me too
So fuck you too
My feelings for you are so strong
That I think that I'm stuck with you
It hurts cause my mom and family
Ask for you like every day
And I cry every time I tell em
Me and you went different ways
But hey I guess learned my lesson
All that shit you put me through
Just made me stronger
I just hope you realize
I was there for you
But now I let you watch me leave
In time I'll maybe find I'm free
I just can't believe
That you and me
Were never meant to be

Mixtape: Emc Senatra - LongLiveJrox

2017-01-02T18:30:00.002-08:00

Emc Senatra's "Long Live JROX" mixtape official release under AK47 Boyz. With features from King Lil G, 2Tone, Young Drummer Boy & More. Stream & download below!

Lyrics: YBE - Why Me

2016-12-30T01:39:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For YBE's "Why Me" Song From His "Black Roses" Mixtape.

[Verse 1]

They See Me Tatted In The Whip

Pull Me Over Talking Shit

Think My Whip Is Stolen

But That's Just An Excuse

So They Can Fuck With Us

Take Us All Out The Ride

And Put Us All In Cuffs

They Wanna Judge Us

So They Put Us On Their Gang File

Even My Cousin

And He Was Just A Little Child

They Ran My Name

And Got Pissed When They Didn't Find Nothin'

Crooked Police

Always Trying To Find Something

Ask The Cop If We Were Being Detained

He Said We're Free To Go

But You Can Tell In His Face

His Mission Wasn't Complete

Before I Left I Said Peace

He Had His Hand On His Heat

And His Reply Was We'll See

See I Don't Trust Anybody

Especially The Police

Just Look At All These Fucken Murders

That We See On TV

They Ain't Protect & Serve

More Like Protect The Killer

Innocent People Getting Hit By Triggers

Another One Eight Seven On The Block

Somebody Got Shot

By A Muthafucken Cop

Shit Is Fucked Up

[Hook]

Why They Wanna Fuck With Me?

I Can't Go To The Liquor Store

Without The Police Fucking With Me

So I'm Just Asking Why

Why They Always Fucking With Me?

I Pay Taxes, Do Good

Like A Real One Should

So Stop Fucking With Me

You See Me Tatted In My Ride

Look Me In My Eye

Bust A U

Now They Fucking With Me

[Verse 2]

Any Time I'm In The Streets

I Need To Watch Out

Gang-Unit Creepin'

Trying To Put Me In The Dog House

And Ain't Doing Nothing Wrong

I'm Just Rollin' In My Ride

Bumpin' Music With The Top Down

So What The Fuck Is Going On?

Police Murder People For Nothin'

This Shit Is Dead Wrong

The System Is Crooked

They Playing Russian Roulette

Every Day Of My Life

I'm Feeling Like A Suspect

They Trppin', They Wanna Book Me

Put Me In The County

Never See The Light Of Day

They Gon' Put In A Coffin'

So I Pray, Every Day

Cause This Could Be My Last Day

And The Way The Police Be Trippin'

That Gun Might Go Bang

Now I'm On My Way To The Homie's Spot

Pull Up I See A Cop

In The Parking Lot

I Park The Whip & Get Off

Cause I Ain't Got Nothin' On Me

Next Thing You Know

This Muthafucker Pulled Up On Me

Asking For My I.D.

And Who Am I Here To See

Kept It Pushing

So He Quickly Drawed His Weapon On Me

See This The Type Of Shit We Go Through

Every Day Of The Week

Police Keep On Harassing

They Ain't Letting Me Be

Just Cause They Got A Badge

They Abuse My Rights

And Then They Wonder Why

My People Put Up A Fight

(You Think You Tough)

Here We Go Again

They Got Us Sittin' In Cuffs, Fuck

[Hook]

Why They Wanna Fuck With Me?

I Can't Go To The Liquor Store

Without The Police Fucking With Me

So I'm Just Asking Why

Why They Always Fucking With Me?

I Pay Taxes, Do Good

Like A Real One Should

So Stop Fucking With Me

You See Me Tatted In My Ride

Look Me In My Eye

Bust A U

Now They Fucking With Me

Mixtape: YBE - Black Roses

2016-12-30T01:22:00.000-08:00

YBE dropped his latest mixtape "Black Roses" featuring King Lil G, Slowpoke, Forgiato Blow, I-Suppose, Sicc 2 Sicc, Carolyn Rodriguez and more. Download here for free and stream below.

Tracklist:
1. Intro (Black Roses)
2. Murda Dem Ft. Jah Free
3. Been On
4. The Plug
5. Smoke Ft. King Lil G
6. Why Me
7. Gang,Gang,Gang Ft. Forgiato Blow
8. Bad Sins
9. My Way Ft. Smilone
10. Don't Go Telling
11. DGAF
12. Back On My Shit
13. Party In The Streets
14. Still Riding Ft. Sicc 2 Sicc
15. Bout That
16. Mexico Ft. ISuppose
17. Silent Hill
18. The Art Of Hustle Ft. Slowpoke
19. My Eyes Bleed
20. Dreams Ft. Carolyn Rodriguez

Mixtape: Loco Negro - High Caliber Exclusive

2016-12-20T16:38:00.002-08:00

Loco Negro released his "High Caliber Exclusive" album last month in digital stores. And now He's made it available for free download on datpiff.com. With features from Conejo, Stomper, Bozo, Mob G, Manny B & Buyo. Listen to it below!

Lyrics: Conejo - Do You Know Who We Are

2016-12-15T14:47:00.002-08:00

Lyrics For Conejo's "Do You Know Who We Are" Song From His "Revenge Served Cold" Album.

[Intro]
Let Me Ask You This
Do You Know Who We Are?
Capital C-O-N
That's My Homeboy Ernie G Right There
Notorious Enemy
High Caliber Exclusive
Feel Me

[Hook]
Do You Know Who We Are?
We Spray The Fuck Out Your Car
It's That L.A. City Drama
Ese Wherever You Are
What It Is Right Now
Mask On Blast On
Its A Tense Situation
When Its On Its On
Do You Know Who We Are?
Ask Your Dead Homeboys
How We Fill Them Cemeteries
We The Real McCoy's
How You Know Dog?
We Got The Arsenal
Crooked Cops Wanna Jack
Desi 50 Go Pop

[Verse 1]
Executions Of Power
So Many Felonies Done
Them Heavy Duty Bosses
Don't Forget How Its Done
Got White Got Brown
Got Meth Got Crack
And It Really Ain't Over
Till Your Ass Get Whacked
Fuck Danger Dog
So There's Nothing To Fear
Ain't No Room For No Errors
Cause Them Killings Is Real
Don't Under Estimate
We Got Them Nickel Plates
I Pop Out The El Co
Bust Five In Your Face
Then I Slide Through The West
With A Colombian Hoe
Ese 52 Birds
In Every State Were Sold
Cause If You Wanna Get High
I'll Attend To That
We Connected Gang Felons
Ain't No Turning Us Back
So I Rob From The Rich
So I Could Get Rich
Be A Muthafucking Shame
Find Your Ass In A Ditch
Anything Could Be Fixed
Its Like Taking A Piss
I Touchdown With My Boys
And We Murdering Shit

[Hook]
Do You Know Who We Are?
We Spray The Fuck Out Your Car
It's That L.A. City Drama
Ese Wherever You Are
What It Is Right Now
Mask On Blast On
Its A Tense Situation
When Its On Its On
Do You Know Who We Are?
Ask Your Dead Homeboys
How We Fill Them Cemeteries
We The Real McCoy's
How You Know Dog?
We Got The Arsenal
Crooked Cops Wanna Jack
Desi 50 Go Pop

[Verse 2]
Get Your Ass On The Floor
Don't You See The Chrome?
Death Is Coming For You Bitches
I Reclaim My Throne
Mass Murder Muthafucka
Any Way I Decide
Cap Peela Drug Dealer
All My Enemies Die
I've Been To The Game
A Wanted Man
I'm Passed Going Mad
From The Drugs In My Past
Then Shit Hit The Fan
Also Hit The Floor
Even Though He Wore A Vest
He Got Peeled With Four
Tipped Off From The Fire
The Source Showed A Leak
A Grim Reaper Visit
To A Snitch On The Street
Cold Stares
From The Murderous One
Drugged Up Spitting Game
How The Shit Get Done
Snatched Chains
To Snatching Birds Of Caine
I Spit The Fatal Shit
The Sickest Rhymes In The Game
Semi-Autos
I Leave Em Twisted
They Wished They Had A Case
But Someone Killed The Witness

[Hook]
Do You Know Who We Are?
We Spray The Fuck Out Your Car
It's That L.A. City Drama
Ese Wherever You Are
What It Is Right Now
Mask On Blast On
Its A Tense Situation
When Its On Its On
Do You Know Who We Are?
Ask Your Dead Homeboys
How We Fill Them Cemeteries
We The Real McCoy's
How You Know Dog?
We Got The Arsenal
Crooked Cops Wanna Jack
Desi 50 Go Pop

[Verse 3]
Ain't Trying To Be Broke
So Its Time To Smoke
Homie Any Individual
With Them Squares Of Coke
Invitation To Your Grave
Meet The Rest Of The Dead
You Fly Around High
Missing Part Of Your Head
Where Traders Get Sent
To The Other World
We Sniff The Purest White
Transport Through The World
You Get The Chills
From These Dead End Streets
Play My Shit
When You're Killed
Caravan In Them Fleets
Don't Your Forget It
We Dedicated With K's
Assassinating All My Rivals
Killing One A Day
They Must Be Crazy Dog
Cause If Them Fools Come Close
We Spray The Fuck Out Them Burbans
Pack Them Funeral Homes
No Toleration
These Some Deadly Words
Where The Bullshit Ain't Permitted
Learned That From Tar
Who's Turn?
Cause Hollow Points They Burn
Paramedics Couldn't Save Em
Bloody Shirts On The Curb

[Hook 2]
Do You Know Who We Are?
We Spray The Fuck Out Your Car
It's That L.A. City Drama
Ese Wherever You Are
What It Is Right Now
Mask On Blast On
Its A Tense Situation
When Its On Its On

Lyrics: Loco Negro - I'm The Shit (Feat. Stomper, Bozo, Manny B & Buyo)

2016-12-14T18:07:00.000-08:00

Lyrics For Loco Negro's "Beneath The Darkness" Song From His "High Caliber Exclusive" Album.

[Intro: Conejo]
Ernie G. What's Up Homeboy
This Big G Rabbs
I Told These Muthafuckas
I'm The Shit
Shout Out To The Homeboy Stomper, Loco Negro, Bozo
SKM All Day - Notorious Comando

[Verse 1: Stomper]
We Back In Action Homie
Welcome Home B.O.
It's All Love Since Day One
You Already Know
You Know How It Goes
Going Have To Change With The Times
You're In My Heart Muthafucker
See You Been On My Mind
Don't Even Trip
That's On The Peewees Click
It's 76 To The Death
Man We Ride For Your Shit
It's New Pick Till The Death
You're My Very Last Breath
To All My Homies Doing Time
Nothing But Love & Respect
We On The West
You Know We Doing The Most
Loco Negro In The House
With That Proper Dos
Here's A Toast To The Ones
Who Made it Possible Man
Big Stomps, Ernie G
Big C-O-N
Instigators Wanna Hate
And Put An End To This Shit
But In The Streets We Banging Peace
You Know We All In The Mix
We Stay Sippin'
Muthafuckas Know We High Off The Dro
And It's A Cold Fucking World
Its All That We Know

[Verse 2: Bozo]
Revenge Is A Promise
Doing Dirt Is An Obligation
So Off Top I'm A Tell You My Affiliation
My Motivation Is Still That New Pick
Gettin' Cash All Day
And Depositing The Check
I'm On Deck Lil Mama
Don't You Like That Shit?
I'm A Man So Determined By The Cash I Get
See I Was Broke As A Youngin'
Now I'm Rubbin' On A Honey
With A Ass Like J Lo
Back In 98'
No Explanation Needed
I Give The Streets What They Needin'
I'm The Dope Man Bitch
I Got You Muthafuckers Fiendin'
I Got Crack Music
Methamphetamine Flow
Ecstasy Through The Speakers
You Should Hear Me Roll
I'm Heroin To The Bitches For A Taste of Flow
Got It On Lock
Like A Level 4
Speaking Of Level 4
I Say Whats Up To My Little Homies
Doing All Day
Behind The Death Of Your Lil Homies

[Verse 3: Loco Negro]
You Ain't Heard?
You Playing Demons
With Your Guard Up
I Bring The Yard Down
You Bring The Yard Up
Acting Like A High Roller
Baby Momma I'm Dope
And She Pushing 3 Strollers
I Sold Kilos To The Blacks
Coke Game On Lock
All They Do Is Sell Crack
You Ain't No Muthafucken Man
You Stuck On The Pookie
You Smoked Your Last Gram Too
And You Treat It Like Pussy
Tell Me You Can Do Better
Than This Fly Mexicano
Drinking Out The Bottle
Getting Head On The Leather
They Got Paper Work On You
If You Ever Go Back
I See Death Around The Corner
Man I Call It A Wrap
Retaliation's A Must
Then I'm Hittin' The Cut
I Got Too Much To Lose
Boy To Fuck It All Up
This Game Is A Bitch
It'll Wear Your Ass Down
Cook You Like The Sun
And Paint Your Skin Down
Out Here Street Knowledge
More Important Than College
In The City By The Coast
Gotta Rep For The Valle
In My Low Low
With Blood On a Polo
I Do This All Day
You Just Don't Know

[Hook: Bozo]
And I'm The Muthafucken Shit
And I Could Tell That You Ain't Shit
And I'm The Muthafucken Shit
And I Could Tell That You Ain't Shit

[Verse 4: Manny B]
I Seen Some Cold Nights & Bloody Days
Young Soldiers Stuck In They Way
Straight Lost In This Maze
Making Mothers Praise The Lord
Cause They Heard G Was Layed
Rosaries & Candles On The Corner
Please Let Us Pray
For Our Young Men
Born To Slang Yay
Cause They Tired Of Making What?
Making Minimum Wage
Waistband Carries The Gage For Anyone
Trying To Get In Their Way
Hoodlum With Many Homies Under Their Graves
Due To Cash From The Other Side
A Few Of The Same
Los Scandalous
Where Gangs Claim The Turf That They Bang
And Where Youngins After 12 Years Of Age
Already Got A Nice Aim
Man This Shit Is Insane
Cause We All Want A Piece
Yeah A Piece Of The Same
But We Blinded By The Thought
Of Us Trying To Make a Name
Scared To Break The Chains
Cause We Ain't Ready For Change
Ask The Masons
Its a Shame What We Go Through These Days

[Verse 5: Buyo]
I Get The Last Verse
Buyo Ride The Hearse
I Dig a Hole & Lay Down The Words
As I Take You On A Journey
To Them Crack Days
You Either Flip Or You Lose
Now That's How Crime Pays
Pompeii In The Hood
Cause The Block So Hot
And Theses Haters Wanna See Me Shot
Blawp Blawp
Fell Down But I Got Back Up
Came Back & Sprayed These Muthafuckas Up
And That's Whats Up
Throw Up Your Hood
Cause It's Gangland Fool
Duct Tape - Home Invasions
Means Your Ass Is Through
In A Black Monte Carlo
Bumping C-O-N
G Shit - High Cali
When The West Is In
Bozo - Stomper
Loco Negro
It's The West Side
We Beefing With Whoever
Crip, Blood Or Ese
No Matter The Weather
My Ambitions As A Rider
You Best Know Better

[Outro: Conejo]
Homie Its Big G Rabbs
You Know What It Is Big Dog
I'm The Muthafucken Shit

Lyrics: Conejo - Love Another

2016-12-14T17:51:00.001-08:00

Lyrics For Conejo's "Love Another" Song From His "Gangster Music Dos" Album.

[Hook]
Why Do You Love Another?
Baby, Why Do You Love Her?
Don't You Know I Love You
Why Do You Hurt Me
The Way That You Do

[Verse 1]
Young Bitch
Fell In Love With Me
I Wasn't Looking For It
But She Came At Me
So What Was I To Do?
Cause She Was Loving The D
Lowkey At My Place
So No One Could See
Age Difference
Was Far Between
Baby Girl Was Gettin' Busy
She Was Riding It Mean
But Still Love
You Can't Have Me
No Pics No Gram
No Social Media For Me
It's All Good Though
I'ma Go With The Flow
She Dress Up For Me
And She Put On A Show
She Bitin'
On My Neck
She Wanna Leave A Mark
So No Hoes Will Step
Respect
We Know What It's About
I Fuck Her So Hard
That She Moan & Shout
Only Time
Could Really Tell
Until Then I'm Eating Pussy
Cause I Do That Well

[Hook]
Why Do You Love, Another?
Baby, Why Do You Love Her?
Don't You Know I Love You
Why Do You Hurt Me
The Way That You Do

[Verse 2]
I Met A Lawyer Chick
That Like The Criminal Type
I Was All Up In That Body
Doing It Right
She Backed Off
Didn't Call Me Back
Then I Was Back In The Studio
Laying A Track
I Guess That She Felt
That I'm Not In Her League
She Took Another Route
And She Didn't Proceed
Wasn't Trippin'
Back To Doing My Own
Plus I Got Other Females
That Be Ringing My Phone
The Very Next Day
I Got A Text
That She Wanna Meet Up
For Some Casual Sex
The Second Time Around
She Came On Stronger
I Was In The Bedroom
Straight Fuckin' Her Longer
With That B.S.
Conflicting Her Mind
There She Go Again
With Her Bullshit Lines
On & Off
Back & Forth
Until Then I Cut Her Off
Cause It Wasn't Worth
My Time Dog

[Hook]
Why Do You Love, Another?
Baby, Why Do You Love Her?
Don't You Know I Love You
Why Do You Hurt Me
The Way That You Do

Lyrics: Conejo - Evil Whispers

2016-12-14T17:45:00.000-08:00

Lyrics For Conejo's "Evil Whispers" Song From His "Children Of The Night" Album.

[Verse 1]
I Blow Shit Up
En Toda La Zona
Then I Rock More Dope
For You To Sell On The Corner
The Cash Come In
Like a Speedball Loaded
Police Corruption
Got The Pigs Unloading
Its A Painful Process
For The Life We Live
Catapult Me To The Spot
Where The Spirits Live
This A Potent Dose
With A Sour Note
Ese Homicidal Thoughts
And My Brain Evolve
From The Slums I Rose
To Heavy Rotation
The Streets Fucking Saying
That I Kill On Location
Get Your Bars Up
Its What I'm Trying To Say
Coke Money Was The Making
Of The Devil's Play
Hell's Highway
Brews'd Up & Token'
Another Crime Story
Gun Barrel Smoking
I Ain't Jokin'
Shit Is Real As It Get
Its Like Their Fucking Back For Me
The Notorious Set

[Hook/Dialog]
Evil Whispers
Hey Check This Out Homie
Let Me Get At You Real Quick
Evil Whispers
Let Me Put Something In Your Ear
Peep Game Though
Evil Whispers
Its Hard To Trust Anybody These Days
One Day They're Cool
And One Day They're Not
Evil Whispers
I'm The One That Fucken Whisper
Evil Shit In Your Ear

[Verse 2]
I Said Don't Cross The Line
You Ain't Welcomed Here
Muthafuckers Get Clapped
You Ain't No One To Fear
You Talking Husky
While I'm Out Here Hustlin'
On Some Real As Shit
I'm Like An AK Bustin'
L.A. Represent
That Prison Ink
C - O - N
Out The World
And Everything Up In It
West Adams
You Know Them Blocks
So Place Your Bets
Cause You Will Get Shot
Homie Smoked Out Music
Don't Get Caught In This Web
I Cast A Curse
With My Ballpoint Pen
All Of Them
Ese Be My Soldiers
Sniper On The Roof
Clean House I Told You
You Don't Listen
This Is Magic's Money
While You Hatin' In The Back
And Actin' Funny
I Give A Sign
And Killas Come From Behind
Slash Your Neck
Then I Leave In My Ride

[Hook/Dialog]
Evil Whispers
Its Like Ol' Girl Been Talking To The Feds
And She Smilin' Like Its All Good
Evil Whispers
Its Like Muthafuckers Like That
Where Born Like That
Ain't Nothin' Gonna Change You
Evil Whispers
These Snakes Is Everywhere Homie
You Just Gotta Recognize Who They Are
Evil Whispers
I'm The One That Fucken Whisper
Evil Shit In Your Ear

[Verse 3]
The Streets Tremble
They Call Em Norman Bates
He's Psycho On The Beats
When He Dig Through The Crates
The Cross Fire
That's A Warrant For Death
One Miss Call
From The Devil In Hell
Evil Entities
In The Octagon
I Solidify My Hole
Then Drop The Bomb
And My Words
Straight From The Gutter
I Reach For The Nine
And Make It Stutter
Put It Back In The Box
Where I Had It Stashed
That's Another Gang Story
About My Past
Extreme Condition
I'm Having Visions
Of Vatos Getting Whacked
For Showing Weakness
In The System
Is Where I Fucken Lost It
Hit The Fucken Streets
So Quick & Bossed It
Then I Flossed It
Jealosy In The Air
From The Snitches In The Game
That Don't Play Fair

[Hook/Dialog]
Evil Whispers
Sometimes You Ain't Even Gotta Take Em Out
Life Takes Em Out
Evil Whispers
Try To Stay Balanced
On This Poisonous Path
Evil Whispers
Gotta Be Wise
And Not Like Them Other Fools
Just Talking A Good One
Evil Whispers
I'm The One That Fucken Whisper
Evil Shit In Your Ear

Audio: @TheRealOreo1 - The So Cal Mic Pass (Ft. 2Tone, Alkatraz, Drummer Boy, Zapata The Ghost, Apakalips, Abusivo, Concrete, Money Back, Wish The Hustler, Nomoe, B-Naz, Robbs The One, Dee The Great, Dopamine, Slum The Resident & Napalm)

2014-05-28T15:30:00.000-07:00

The Real Oreo Presents "The So Cal Mic Pass" Featuring 2Tone, Alkatraz, Young Drummer Boy, Zapata The Ghost, Apakalips, Abusivo, Concrete, Money Back, Wish The Hustler, Nomoe, B-Naz, Robbs The One, Dee The Great, Dopamine, Slum The Resident & Napalm. Produced By Vision for Assassins Productions. Listen & Download Below!

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Lyrics: Young Dopey - Put The Block On It

2014-05-27T16:41:00.001-07:00

Lyrics For Young Dopey's "Put The Block On It" Song.

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On The City Of Inglewood
I'm A Do My Best To Make Sure I Shine This Year

Verse 1:
Overcame My Trials & Tribulations
Kept My Head Up
No Matter The Situation
Always Felt
It Was Me Against The Whole World
A Phony Homie
Had A Baby By My Own Girl
Them Dark Nights In The Jail Cell
Was Very Cold
But Still Smile
Doing Burpies Just To Stay Strong
In Corcoran SHU
Sounding Off With My Chest Out
Laughing Like A Muthafucker
Now That I'm Fresh Out
Ugh, Made A Promise I'm A Live It Up
Success My Only Option
I'm Never Giving Up
Made A Promise To Mama
When I Was In The Pen
I Told Her My Priority
Was Buying Her A Crib
I Know For A While
She Probably Didn't Believe
When I Did, Her Face Boy
You Should've Seen
So Many Hoes
I Ain't Got Time For Em
So Much Money Now
I Don't Know How I'm A Blow It

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On The City Of Inglewood
I'm A Make Sure That Wishbone Shine This Year

Verse 2:
Let Me Tell You Something
About This Rap Game
I Ain't In This Shit
For Any Type Of Fame
And Best Believe I Ain't In It
To Make Any Friends
So Many Rappers Shake Your Hand
Just For Pretend
Talk For A Few Minutes
And Call It Network
They Wanna Take A Picture
For They Thousand Followers
Pathetic How They Really Think
That They Big As Hell
Matter Of Fact
I'm Doing Much Better By Myself
Yeah, I Did With Nobodys Help
Matter Of Fact
Boy I Did It Off Of Drug Sales
I Straight Did It
Like A Muthafucken Outcast
And I'm A Make It
Without Kissing Nobody's Ass
So Many Lame Record Deals
I've Done Turn Down
Telling Me How To Dress
And What To Rap About
Pay Attention Muthafucker
This Is 6 Block
And Mark My Words
We Gon' Make It To The Tip Top, ugh

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On West Los Angeles
I'm A Make Sure That Buckweed Shine This Year

Verse 3:
I Gotta Thank The Lord
For My Plenty Blessings
Risked My Life Many Times
For That Line We Pressing
Invincible Perimeters
That You Can't Pass
But We Passed Em Anyway
With A Spray Can
Lil Homies Jumping Out
Just To Prove A Point
Watch They Back With The Heat
Loaded With Hollow Points
Make Sure That You Wack Em Out
And Put A Fucken K
With A Big Westside 18 Ciento Seis
Same Day
I Take Flowers To My Sister
Give Her A Hug
And Tell Her That I Really Miss Her
I Don't Know
It Might Be The Muthafucken Guilt
I Did So Much
I Know My Fucken Enemies Want Me Killed
Sometimes I Don't Even Know
Why I Fucken Do It
Work Very Hard
It'll Be A Bitch If I Lose It
Must Admit
That I Made Some Bad Choices
No More Games
I Gotta Stay Focused

Chorus:
I Put The Block On It, Yeah
I'm A Never Leave My G's Down
I Put The Hood On It, Ugh
I'ma Make My Family Proud
I Put The Turf On It
That My Mama Is Gon' Shed No More Tears
I Put That On My Muthafucken Dead Homies
I'm A Make Sure That 6 Block Shine This Year