Lyrics:
sigo siendo Mexicano (Aye)
Do it for my city, Mexicali yo te amo
But we ain't made it till we get a review by Fantano
They might not know what we had
class
Yo- and now I'm free at last
So let me bust a grill if I must
Making blood spill and your eyes fill with puss
When I bust
Here I go again
Return
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
drive
If it's West then you came to settle, no jive
Yo B, yo God, yo Son, y'all ain't real
Yo Money, y'all cats be frontin - what the deal?
It's a,
on me
I done bust niggaz in the grill and had 'em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls
It's called survival and only
marines with hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel
Guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth,
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
a sweater already
Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
(You know it like a poet, my
my thugs from the grill
To Doon
The O city
Around to the Keys
All my get money niggas
All my take money bitches
All my bust a slug thugs for those who
(Talking)
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by
[Verse One: performed by Kaves]
Don't make me put down my beer cause I'll bust that grill
And grab the Louisville out the Coup De Ville
Wiseguy,
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
around and pull out my AK
And bust yo ass in the head
I'm trying to leave you dead
With an infrared
I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you
It got me going
in this world by my lonely but know Imma die for the homies it's smoke imma chief with the homies send shots ain't no ducking it homie la familia grew
no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies and them too
Bury 'em in the backyard
Use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it
the news, all these niggas been hatin on us
Big blue lights, lookin tight, twinkle the ice
He's ready to bust, switched it up, ounce up
Diamond grill, big rim
Ayy, yo yo (Uh, huh)
Aye (What's up?) check this out (Okay)
Lil Jon in this bitch (That's right, nigga)
Corporate Thugs, motherfucker, motherfucker
go
Well, here you go, I'm off and on the road So bust it up, I'll be flowin
Bustin' the vocals out of my grill and kickin' the rhymes like Hele
muchachas, them my hittas
They got yoppas
Heat yo grill up like some lava
My saliva holy water I'ma
Do what I gotta
You know that I’m just tryna do
The best I
bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo
They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo
Let's get ready to rumble!
Shit sparks,
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