Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In These Times, artist - ODM
Date of issue: 25.01.2013
Song language: English
In These Times |
That’s right, south side |
Gangsta gangsta |
South side |
Gangsta gangsta |
South side, gangsta |
In These times |
Of hate and pain |
I need a cuete |
To get me through the day |
A .24, will do okay |
24 ways to put you in your grave |
We strapped with mac 90's, AK’s, and hand guns |
Turn around look around |
We’re gangsters having fun |
Stupid motherfuckers |
Tryna playa hate my dogs |
El diablo made me do it |
Slap you with my Glock |
Throw your ass in a trunk |
Simon, we calling shots |
Smoke your homie down the block |
Bumper room let em rot |
Dig up another hole |
Let the trigger take your soul |
I’m a take the I-5 southside to mexico |
No witnesses to th crime |
No evidenc, we so sure |
Cause they never found the bodies |
That we stack in your woods |
Now we lookin' for the bitches |
With the big ol chichis |
Talkin about «I love you» |
These hoes want my riches |
But you ain’t getting shit |
You bitches better split |
My whole clika’s in the back |
And everyone of us is strapped |
We got extra clips, I’m hard as a pit |
I got a dollar for that ass |
So you better shake them tits |
Throw your barrio in the sky |
Wave it to the left |
Wave it to the right |
I don’t give a fuck |
I got my two nines |
They don’t give a fuck |
Said «who's down to ride? |
who’s down to bust?» |
In These times |
Of hate and pain |
I need a cuete |
To get me through the day |
A .24, will do okay |
24 ways to put you in your grave |
Now who the fuck wanna mess with this? |
Get blessed with this |
Nine millimeter mac10 with a fully loaded clip |
Strolling down the street on my two feet |
Looking for them putos who shot my homies crib |
I know where you kick it at |
I know where you live |
What goes around comes around |
Payback’s a bitch |
That’s how we do it, fuck my enemies |
Fled the murder scene with my Glock 17 |
A mi me vale madre, así es mi vida |
Saco el pinche cuete que te mata como sida |
Tocas de repente, que pasan de volada |
Demented and notorious |
Fumando marijuana |
I don’t know why you bitches trippin' |
I got my two nines handing out stitches |
Almost as far as your imagination reaches |
I don’t know why |
Southside is the deepest |
Throw your barrio in the sky |
Wave it to the left |
Wave it to the right |
I don’t give a fuck |
I got my two nines |
They don’t give a fuck |
Said «who's down to ride? |
who’s down to bust?» |
In These times |
Of hate and pain |
I need a cuete |
To get me through the day |
A .24, will do okay |
24 ways to put you in your grave |
Twenty-five with an L |
For murdering motherfuckers |
Bangin' in my cell, mexicans got the power |
Locked up in this hell, killing one another |
Fuck it, might as well, I’m a southside rider |
Can’t fuck with no rata, punk ass chavala |
This is for the raza |
You ain’t got no palabra |
This one goes out to all my homies doing lifetime |
For walk-bys, homicides |
And all the fucking drive-bys |
Homie I’m a gangsta |
Killer from the southside |
Keep it on the down low |
Put that on the double nine |
When you’re left to play |
The only way to die, high |
Won’t even hesitate |
Don’t even let shit slide |
So when you come around |
At the wrong place, at the wrong time |
You get blasted |
Take your ass down |
With the body in the casket |
With no type of sound |
Or what time you got blasted |
What the hell? |
Throw your barrio in the sky |
Wave it to the left |
Wave it to the right |
I don’t give a fuck |
I got my two nines |
They don’t give a fuck |
Said «who's down to ride? |
who’s down to bust?» |