Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On a Come Up, artist - Mr. Capone-E.
Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On a Come Up |
HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster |
HitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you |
Didn’t know, it’s that motherfuckin CaponeWith |
That E and his homie Criminal from the 2−1-3So Criminal let |
'em know homesCriminals' |
Leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine |
I’m bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood |
RushinYou don’t wanna be with me, I guaranteePick |
Up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the |
FullestSouthern Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the |
Chrome I’m packin’When I’m drunk and |
I’m stonedMake sure it’s fully loaded when |
I’m leavin' my homeNever know where I always be |
Trippin’And never will I get caught |
Slippin’I’m sippin' on this |
BottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I catch you |
Out of luckIt’s like a motherfuckin' |
LottoLike Desperado, this latino’s got a gang of |
StratchLook at me the wrong way and I’ll put you on |
Your backOn the attack, I don’t give a fuck who you |
AreI always had a hard time pullin' your body off the |
DockFrom far and near, Criminals' name is all you |
HearThe young Sureño, spittin' deadly rhymes in your |
EarWe some Hi-Power riders |
On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they |
Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you |
Hoes, oh no it’s CaponeStraight creepin' while |
Your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with |
Except, waitin' for our late night checksWest coast |
Representing piercing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we |
Don’t stop till we reach this topPuttin' it down |
Open up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr |
Capone-E]Oo wee, it’s Capone-E the ESouthside |
Bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you can’t see me on a |
Puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do |
DamageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain |
SimpleSureño love rockin' that little RegalIn a |
Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin' out of |
ControlLittle Simons' up in a BenzoSmokin' |
IndoTill the sun rises upThat’ll fuck you |
UpCause we don’t give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the |
2−1-3From the Big Valley to (?) allySouthern |
CaliHi-Power riders in this tankBangin |
ShanksSlappin' fools up in this gangsta |
RapWho’s got your backCause your arm was full of |
(?)Mr. |
Capone-E makes you thinkAnd I’mma drop you |
Like a biatchGive it |
Up the the Sureños till the day that I dieKickin with the |
Homeboys and I’m always gettin highDon’t ask me |
Why, it’s just the life that I leadEarn my name for |
Robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck your |
Bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this ain’t no |
Motherfuckin testIt’s a game called life and |
DeathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a youngster to a |
Motherfuckin VetAnd what’s next, your life is took, by |
This young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain’t |
No tellin' how I lookedI shook the scene and got a |
CleanRobbed that motherfucker for his cash and his |
BlingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my |
NeckConsequences of a motherfucker that just got |
CheckedRespect this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight |
Sureño till I die fuckin' chump, watch your |
Mouth[Outro: Midnight |
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker knowWho’s |
Runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power |
RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor |
Those who don’t knowNow you fucking knowBig |
Soldados my torpedoesTaking over this shit with |
BalasAll across the globeHi-Power |
EntertainmentNon-stop, click-clock |
Pop-popHAHAHAHAHAHAHA |