Lyrics:
fuckin' back
Now how you, lovin' that
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't
Central Cali We got Them Busters on the run
Raise up lil homies and Rep Where you from
Loco Snipes in a ride, Strapped With a Gun
Centro Side Certified,
to protect your head
'Cause they flamin', aimin' them green doted infa reds
Blood shed, cause of these haters, fakers, and these busters
We real thugs,
Whoa
Whoa, whoa,whoa
Yeah
Damn wok feel just like a
Ghost Buster
Pull up in that phantom
Slimer green yes sir
Bitch, yeah I'm the shit
I'm the toilet
ceelo
Cash flow
One track mind serial hustler
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
I'll dust ya
Bentley ballin' bastard
No hustler faster
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
of breath
Bend over big breasts let me see yo chest
Off a rhino lil baby I don’t need rest
Got rain coats got bullet proof vest
I don’t trust these hoes
like a buster, let the Alpine crank
Switch the CD as I fire up the dank
Oh thank God I'm a rider, Rhime Son be
Yo, that gee from the Carte...
With
see I'm buster-free?
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause
see I'm buster-free?
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause
many blessings, though I'm stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
see them busters scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshot's
Cause them can't fade me gauge,
Gotta bust them souls in the grave,
So I'm buckin' them
(Lil' Wayne)
What what
Check Check
Head buster set ripper
Neighborhood superstar
Going to split up
While we dispose of
Nigga broad
something to give
That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
And if any busters flip, they get faded
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
push it to the limit, take the shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last
it
That black mask, black glove shit
Roll up on him don't budge, bitch
With my MAC and my TEC
And my vest, just like that
For them niggas thinkin'
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, straight like that
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
out there
Fuck all you buster-ass niggas
Word
[ VERSE 1 ]
Saturday night in L.A., time to play
My peoples hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
busters 'til they die
Lord Forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Until my death
You walkin' with your
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