Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vamanos, artist - Jay TeeDate of issue: 30.04.2002
Song language: English
Vamanos |
| And I’m a shoot you some getback |
| So you can say |
| «Baby Bash, yeah, he did that» |
| That’s on my buds |
| I always paid all my fronts |
| And hell nah |
| I don’t fuck with no scary punks |
| Cause loose lips ain’t chips in the barrio |
| Sometime, the grind |
| Seem like a party though |
| On the turf |
| On the block |
| In the cut, though |
| Block monsters |
| Don’t give a fuck, bro |
| And I don’t even know |
| Who be workin' for the piggies |
| See, right now a day |
| Everybody turn snitchy |
| And they don’t give a damn 'bout the reprocussions |
| Lost six homies |
| And about twelve cousins |
| Some from L. A |
| And some from Bakersfield |
| Some from the Bay |
| And some from Mackaville |
| Damn skippy on the jiffy |
| Take it from a prophet |
| Stay on your toes when you in the black market |
| VAMONOS! |
| When the cops hit your block, boy |
| VAMONOS! |
| When the heat, touch your street, boy |
| VAMONOS! |
| Hit the task, on your ass, boy |
| VAMONOS! |
| And we run so fast |
| Repeat Chorus |
| We vida locas where my homies be screamin', I see demons on |
| Concrete (???), servin' clucks, cause they fiendin' |
| I never leaving the pad without |
| Packing mi cuete |
| Willin' to die for my block |
| Let them cowards come get me |
| Plus real pandieros |
| From all sides love it |
| Livin' this Merciless world |
| So I put it on my stomach |
| Pour out liquor for my homies who dead, but not forgotten |
| California got |
| Palms trees and beaches, but it’s still rotten |
| Police corrupt, so who should I trust? |
| Just me and some real motherfuckers who down to bust |
| Gangstas |
| Hustlers |
| Thugs and dealers |
| In the projects, gotta stay grimey and pack heaters |
| Shoot the motherfucker cause the FED’s on the roof |
| The type of shit |
| I been singin' since 1992 |
| So vamonos, and blast him in the face |
| So vamonos, we already catchin' a case |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |
| I sell nickels, dime, gwhomps, shades, halves and shoulders |
| Til me and all my partners, sell nothin' but boulders |
| Every two days, I must recop |
| And bubble on the grind |
| Until I pop |
| I get the dope fiend money |
| To pump my gas |
| It’s five dollar bills when I wipe my ass |
| I just hit a lick |
| For real big fedi |
| I need to get up out the game |
| But still, I ain’t ready |
| I be hating how I’m livin' |
| I’m knowing it’s wrong |
| I know I need to listen to the name of the song |
| But straightin' up |
| Just wouldn’t be me |
| I might not be in the pen |
| But I wouldn’t be free |
| All I do is spit nothin' but reality |
| Jay Tee got that hustler mentality |
| I’m in the streets, if you need it, mayne, just hit me |
| Watch what I do, when the police try to get me |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |