Kicking back at the hood with some crazy vatos Got some hynas lined up pero pa'mas alrato Now I'm strolling down my calle and I'm packing my glock Seen a basehead on the way and I sold him some rock Put his twenty with my thirty and made a 5-0 Went around the block to buy a sack of indo Now I'm strolling back smoking chronic on the way I gotta grab more dope to make feria for today Now I'm standing on my corner serving some d When some putos drove up and took a blast at me So I pulled out my quette and never hesitated Came up and started blasting cuz I knew they couldn't fade it
Toker's on the loose And I'm straight gang related
I shot a fool in the shoulder and one in the head Didn't know how bad it was or if that puto was dead Ran to the hood to let the homeboys know Ese keep trucha tonight cuz these putos might roll Took my quette to the spot where I knew it was cool Started packing another cuz that's the golden rule So I jumped in the ranfla that my homeboy Trigger had Hit a couple of corners and got rushed to the pad Hit up some brown khakis and a white t-shirt Put a lot of starch on it cuz I knew it couldn't hurt Sat back on the couch rolled up another ounce Couldn't help but laugh at these putos I shot Turned on the radio, it was Lighter Shade of Brown Turn that shit back off cuz these putos ain't down Vatos these days, some of these putos come fake Talking gangster shit but didn't ever bust a grape You don't gotta like me cuz I've always been hated
Toker's on the loose And I'm straight gang related
Jumped in my ride, started bumping my signs Threw in an old tape of More Bounce to the Ounce Rolled down the street headed towards the hood But when I got there shit wasn't looking too good Two black and whites and a couple of narcs And on the hood of one car they had my homeboy Shark So I busted a U and headed back to the spot To question the homies on any info they got
The juras came back and they were looking for clues They got my homeboy Shark for having blood on his shoes They took him to the station to see if he would break Didn't say shit and got shot to East Lake Straight to K and L cuz the vato wouldn't tell Told the juras too (fuck off, go to hell)
And that's the only thing that was ever stated Cuz you don't say shit when you're gang related
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Couldn't go to the hood for a week or two Always smoking some puto that I never knew Just kept on banging and didn't take it serious Hitting ten dollar sticks and acting delirious Not giving a fuck about all the dirt we done We just sat back and laughed cuz this shit was all fun Toker's out banging and I can't be faded I'm a true ass loco and straight gang related
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Copy to Clipboard: Kicking back at the hood with some crazy vatos Got some hynas lined up pero pa'mas alrato Now I'm strolling down my calle and I'm packing my glock Seen a basehead on the way and I sold him some rock Put his twenty with my thirty and made a 5-0 Went around the block to buy a sack of indo Now I'm strolling back smoking chronic on the way I gotta grab more dope to make feria for today Now I'm standing on my corner serving some d When some putos drove up and took a blast at me So I pulled out my quette and never hesitated Came up and started blasting cuz I knew they couldn't fade it
Toker's on the loose And I'm straight gang related
I shot a fool in the shoulder and one in the head Didn't know how bad it was or if that puto was dead Ran to the hood to let the homeboys know Ese keep trucha tonight cuz these putos might roll Took my quette to the spot where I knew it was cool Started packing another cuz that's the golden rule So I jumped in the ranfla that my homeboy Trigger had Hit a couple of corners and got rushed to the pad Hit up some brown khakis and a white t-shirt Put a lot of starch on it cuz I knew it couldn't hurt Sat back on the couch rolled up another ounce Couldn't help but laugh at these putos I shot Turned on the radio, it was Lighter Shade of Brown Turn that shit back off cuz these putos ain't down Vatos these days, some of these putos come fake Talking gangster shit but didn't ever bust a grape You don't gotta like me cuz I've always been hated
Toker's on the loose And I'm straight gang related
Jumped in my ride, started bumping my signs Threw in an old tape of More Bounce to the Ounce Rolled down the street headed towards the hood But when I got there shit wasn't looking too good Two black and whites and a couple of narcs And on the hood of one car they had my homeboy Shark So I busted a U and headed back to the spot To question the homies on any info they got
The juras came back and they were looking for clues They got my homeboy Shark for having blood on his shoes They took him to the station to see if he would break Didn't say shit and got shot to East Lake Straight to K and L cuz the vato wouldn't tell Told the juras too (fuck off, go to hell)
And that's the only thing that was ever stated Cuz you don't say shit when you're gang related
*scratches* ..gang related rhymes.. ..gang related.. ..gang related rhymes.. ..gang related.. ..gang related rhymes.. ..gang related.. ..gang related rhymes.. ..gang related..
Couldn't go to the hood for a week or two Always smoking some puto that I never knew Just kept on banging and didn't take it serious Hitting ten dollar sticks and acting delirious Not giving a fuck about all the dirt we done We just sat back and laughed cuz this shit was all fun Toker's out banging and I can't be faded I'm a true ass loco and straight gang related
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