Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang Related, artist - Brownside.
Date of issue: 21.07.2021
Song language: English
Gang Related |
Kicking back at the hood with some crazy vatos |
Got some hynas lined up pero pa’mas al rato |
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 cause I knew they couldn’t fade it |
Toker’s on the loose and I’m straight gang related |
Gang related, gang related, gang related |
Gang, related, gang related, gang related |
Gang, gang, 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 cause these putos might roll |
Took my quette to the spot where I knew it was cool |
Started packing another cause 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 cause 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, cause 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 cause 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 cause the vato wouldn’t tell |
Told the juras too (fuck off, go to hell) |
And that’s the only thing that was ever stated |
Cause you don’t say shit when you’re 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 cause 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 |