Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On On Site, artist - Fredwreck.
Date of issue: 23.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On On Site |
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger |
Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga |
West Coast California livin nigga |
Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone |
Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone |
Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown |
Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam |
In gangstaville where we shoot to kill |
Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel |
The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle |
The hell-hound came through and drown the whale |
Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail |
Soak in a could of smoke then inhale |
Hold it in neva exhale |
Smoke whoever nigga’s zone I’m in, oh well |
Fuck you and ya mama |
Drama, holocaust through anaconda |
Nigga, I’m blastin on you, you |
Your homeboy your whole hood |
Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz |
On, onsite, let off on sight |
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz |
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite |
But I don’t give a shit you bitch cuz I’m a gangsta for life |
It’s time to prepare, lil' nigga listen here |
Get pairs like ten spears, your shit is his |
Fist, five and five, and multitudes |
Comin through bangin the five |
Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride |
I’m tired of all y’all rap is sawed off |
Let off a belly, the Desert Eagle start yellin |
Screamin, the path of a demon bellin |
My all blue chucks all goin out right |
Dippin through the back cuz it’s on onsite |
The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone |
Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him |
If the bitches strip, we out six, foe’s |
Like e’erday, Californ-I-A |
I can’t explain it, the immaculate can’t be painted |
Double-four's dump it on my lap for comfort |
For you, you |
Your homeboy your whole hood |
Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz |
On, onsite, let off on sight |
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz |
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite |
But I don’t give a shit you bitch cuz I’m a gangsta for life |
Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone |
Spread throughout the plains like a plague |
Back to the G’s and fools |
With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool |
Hit 'em hard like weights |
Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches |
Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake |
I’ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes |
I’ma crack the plate |
I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja |
I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite |
The sytem’s assistance to get up in this |
Dogg Pound, California you can’t fuck with this |
Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger |
Two shots just a killa to the head |
Fuck you, you |
Your homeboy your whole hood |
Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz |
On, onsite, let off on sight |
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz |
Fuck ya’ll-you, you |
Your homeboy your whole hood |
Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz |
On, onsite, let off on sight |
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz |
Fuck all you, you |
Your homeboy your whole hood |
Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz |
On, onsite, let off on sight |
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz |
Fuck ya’ll-you, you |
Your homeboy your whole hood |
Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz |
On, onsite, let off on sight |
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz |
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite |
But I don’t give a shit you bitch cuz I’m a gangsta for life |