Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song People Vs Toker, artist - Wicked. Date of issue: 04.10.2012
Song language: English
People Vs Toker |
| Take time to listen, I’ll explain how it goes |
| Living high gangster life, I’m the one now knows |
| And rolls with cholos, bald-headed fools |
| SCLA if you slip you lose |
| Don’t slip like a trick, puto pack your shit |
| Incase any bitch enemigas wanna trip |
| If they snap, fuck that, gotta bust a cap |
| It’s been like this, it’s gotta stay like that |
| We got gang bang skill, no one to kill |
| Don’t act like a punk bitch, gotta stay real |
| Make em feel our heat, then their blood ske |
| Mi clicka malitos, ese 2−1 Street |
| We defeat who were compete in this catagory |
| Of taking motherfuckers out for territory |
| South Central is all I see |
| Represent the Sur, simon 213 |
| Look through my eyes, what do I see |
| Los Angeles the big SC |
| You wanna try, so come and trip |
| Then you can see how life ain’t shit |
| Living high life, with a gangster twist |
| Enemies on my mind, so I made a list |
| The putos we gotta get that ain’t about shit |
| No jammers ese, just straps that spit |
| So hit a lick, we begin, that’s the way it’s been |
| At least in the mind of this Mexican |
| Who can and will make your caps peel |
| As long as this motherfucker could carry his steel |
| Packing, strapping, full auto clips |
| For whoever slips, we’ll get up in their mix |
| They’re wise, despise they run like bitches |
| Petho y petho, they’re punk ass snitches |
| See we handle who we must not the ones who trust |
| Always creeping in the hood with plans to bust |
| And dust me, a few so they could know who |
| Can do, premeditated murder fool |
| Gang bang for my hood |
| Put in work to do some good |
| Gente ask me why, faci cuz I could |
| On the block it don’t stop, it never will |
| All I see pinche locos on the kill, staying real |
| Yeah, same old shit just different day |
| Plotting on the next puto’s head has gotta lay |
| Don’t regret to check, ese fuck respect |
| All I know my pinche homies are down for their shit |
| Whenever, whatever, more motherfuckers the better |
| Making all you pinche culos buying love and memory sweaters |
| Yeah might catch the blues fucking with some trues |
| I keep it on the Brownside represent the Sur |
| Yeah strap on hip, never fucking slip |
| One pinche bandiero will dip if you trip |
| Shit, tu saves, son otoclaves |
| On os de medramos en las pinche calles |
| The Brownside, to you is what we bring |
| Mexican bandiero, this is where I come in |
| See it’s been a firme ride to this point here |
| But the shit I say gotta sound real clear |
| This here’s for my homies who couldn’t see this day |
| Risky, Woody, Looney, and Pazascans I say |
| Respect when it’s due for the ones who stay true |
| Cuz sooner or later we’ll be there with them too |
| And for my homies upstate, ese I feel your hate |
| Cuz you just can’t wait for your fucking release date |
| Simon something I feel, not in it for the thrill |
| Me and mi pinche ranfla always gotta keep it real |
| So dos-uno-tres settle for nothing less |
| All I know is you know, ese fuck the rest |
| That’s right you heard it, they give you life you serve it |
| Talk away in court for a fucking guilty verdict |
| Hell yeah, this here for the homies that ain’t with us no more |
| For the ones locked up, and all the pinche bandieros on the street |
| Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see |
| Yeah, look through my eyes what do I see |
| Haha |