Lyrics Lost - T-Dre, Delux, Cali Life Style

Lost

I’m just coastin', drop the top and roll straight
S.M.V.C.C.
805, it’s the gold state
Ain’t no place that I’d rather be
I got love for the place they raised me
Even though times get a lil' crazy
So I gotta give love back
Either gang bang, slang, or pull a mothafuckin' jack
It’s all good cos I’m driving nice cars
Pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars
A wicked sly’s life, cos I’m a son of a gun
I’m only 19, but would I live to see 21?
A loco mothafucka so you better step back
Try to pull the jack
I’ll feed you bullets for a fuckin' snack
Pero orita cause I’m puffin from Leno
Coming from T-Dre, por vida loco Sureños
Two locs matching deep in my city
One time acting up just because I’m rollin' clean in a Chevy
Dark skin Mexican, standing 5'4
Put the pedal to the floor, hear my glass backs roll
Hit the the corner with the passion on my way to the market
T-Dre, shotgun with a blunt ready to spark it
10:30 in the morning but I don’t care
Hit the switch, lock it up, chronic smoke in the air
Hard player with my locs on ready to make some hits
Ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics
Stackin' up a plateful like regular
And just then my homie Bones hits me up on my cellular
Feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass up
And hook it on up as I cruise down the overpass
Hit the stuff, fillin' on my cup to the rim on the y feeling G or from the bud
so I grin
When I get lost
Feel I’ve been crossed
She will be my salvation
Now let me introduce the G’s the L.O.C'S
Let met get my self bombed as I’m gliding through the breeze
Keep on mashing as the tracks keep dropping
Ain’t no stoppin' when I’m up and hoppin'
Drop the ride to the side causing havoc with my homies Blowing indo smoke
Dipped and brued the oldies every day and my life is getting better and better
Blaze n blaze it in the morning and I’m down for whatever
Deluxe pick me up about 11:32
I said I’m down to claim but what the hell we gonna do
Santa Maria S.M.V.P scooped up J-bird, Ray Ray, and the C.U.Z
I got my cousin buzzing in the back
Chronic smoke hot box full of contact
Now it’s time to roll to the pot hole and spark another bowl
Let another rag time foe on the 3 times go
Now were we go from here keep on mashing through the central coast atmosphere
For the things that I do I know I’m gonna pay the cost
For the reason why I’m gone, for the reason why I’m lost
Living week by week, living day by day
Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame
But I’m lost in the system not made for me
So I’m suppose to break rocks straight go for my G, 19
With a Mexicano lame throwing up on my colors red, white, to the green
Always looking out just in case fools jump me time to handle shit
And break em' off real quick
Take a look around you fool
Then take a close look
Cause all the shit I see I jot it down in my rhyme book
My homies droppin' off like cause a nine to five
The one’s that survive
Take a steel cage bus ride
But for me I ain’t sucka free
Cos punks is tryin to take it, C.L.S
Comin straight from the get go
We ran our own undercover gang, though fools didn’t even know
That we was real to the heart see
Being true to the game that’s how it is in the S.M.V
Holding on to my dreams make it to the top
But I’m stuck paying cost fucked up cos a whole lost…
Yeah
Special shouts goes out to my homies that was down from the get go
Like my homie Cuz, wassup dawg
Yeah wassup to my homie J-bird
Yeah Ray Ray kickin know what i’m saying yeah I gotta say wassup to my homie
bonez
Yeah sparked off straight cruisin from the l que que no
Yeah wassup crazy joseph yeah cuevo keep poundin loc yeah wasup s.d.
yeah my homie loc
Yeah keep spinnin 'em homies straight from the S.M.V.
Southern California
Mexican Invasion yeah
When I get lost, When I get lost …
When I get lost, lost, lost, lost, lost