Don't Cross Our Path
by Mr. Capone-E

Mr. Capone-E:
We ridin on you haters like Bonnie and Clyde
Both from the valle, both repin the south side
even called up Pinks to set up these sokas
We ridin on our enemies the bitch is loca
Fuck what you heard we serve treats beats
Chillin with the cuete blue paño up creasing
Hit it to the beat and I pick up the phone
Car don’t talk on the phone homie and don’t act hard
Sixty bars and true blue rida music
Under the street light puto still the truest Still useless and being calling out lames
In a 64 impala on the game
Insane in the brain that’s why surenos love us
And if you aint a homie you aint one of us
Givin a fuck so we playin to win
Put the strap in a purse and give this jura a grin

Chorus:
Catch your victim on sight with a loaded strap
Ima set his ass up make him take a nap
We roll in death squads and hoods that bang
Don’t take me for a sucker it’s an SGV thing
Get away slick like Bonnie and Clyde
Do whatever it takes to hold it down for our side
In it for life don’t cross our path
Or you’ll be in a cemetery we’ll expose you like that

Ms. Lady Pinks:
It’s Pinks from the blue with a valle tattoo
With a fusca in my purse watcha gonna do
I kick it true blue southsider homie
A victory of a shit with my compa Capone-E
Phony lames got the hi power pass provoked
And I was raised in the hills so watch out for the smoke
I’ll set you up thinkin your gonna get some
And the homie comes through and makes you a victim
Take everything you got make your brains go pop
Quickly bounce off the sene before it gets hot no traces left no fingerprints
I’m a true ass bitch aint with them loose lips
You wanna test muthafuckers so come get some
With a A-R15 make your bitch ass run
Click click bang bang it’s an SGV thing
With this loca is like omero and I’m ready to bang

Chorus:

Capone-E: Fuck it pinks walk up in that party

Pinks: Walked in with the coke and bacardi
Capone-E: Don’t mingle too long they might catch our plot

Pinks: Don’t even trip I got this faggot hot
Chill with the ladies find out where’s the clown
They said it’s his cumpleanos and he’s kickin around

Capone-E: Bring him to the back so I can smoke this lame
No witnesses allowed so keep him tamed

Pinks: Blame it on the piso and he’s drunk as fuck
He’s following me like a dog the perras fucked

Capone-E: Off the ride get that ski mask on straight to the back
The muthafucker is armed load up the valas & commence the bust
Get piss on my hand and get rid of the dust
Givin a fuck but the jale s only finished

Pinks: I stuck him with his own shank lets bounce with the quickness.
Chorus:
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Lyrics submitted by SHE.