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