Gangsta Shit (The Session Version)

歌詞

[Verse 1] Triple see clique droppin' somethin' to bump Just giving you a taste of the Central Coast fuck See it's time to ride, Imma take you city wide Cause my verse is flowing trough the wicked southside From the 8-0-5 to the 2-1-3, puttin' it down See a lot of Triple see Dedicated to my homies every wagon stone Dedicated to the hoes that love to flow Cause I love to drop the shit, the shit will make you ill Stayin' true to my game, and my game is truly real Real uh? Real hard and fast Passing fony clique's like a thing of the past See, were coming up smooth, with the gangsta groove Just layin' it down, without a thing to prove So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit [Chorus 2x:] Can't get enough of that gangsta shit Triple see, steady droppin' hits Can't get enough of that gangsta shit Fuck with us, and get a busted lip (bitch) [Verse 2] Teerin' it up? naw the same old shit Another hit comin' from the clicka Central Coast Clique Walking down the street's blowing motherfuckas up Your talking much shit, and you can't get enough Pissed off cause a rhymin' every time Not once in a while, but on every line Mixing, rhyming, is every thing to me 1-3 style, won't rap for free I do it my way, Central Coast way, all the way To see if another mexicano rapper makes my day Fuckin' it up on the microphone, stutt-stuttering anything Better leave that shit home, and take a lesson from mexicano's that know How to drink down, smoke, and fucking flow So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit Cause you can't get enough of that gangsta shit [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] From city to city, block to block Buster dropped, to the sound of my glock Just letting all you putos know You gotta slow your roll, and start a gangster kinda stroll When you live in the Central Coast, the shit is all good But being Mexican, I miss understood So I use my verse to get my point across The Central Coast Clique, you down, or get tossed It's a motherfucking family Triple see, and that's the way it's gotta be Keep dropping hits and taking toast's Drinking shit, and pumpin' out smoke Dropping shit up on whatever you do For whatever you do, keep your fucking game true So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit [Chorus 2x] [Verse 4] It's somethin' about the Central Coast sound, huh? Feelin' the beat when we get down Flowin' to a motherfucking be -a-shit If you got no rhythm, then you might as well quit Step off the mic and off stage, and while your at it Check at the crowd and check the gauge Fucking it up like we always do Some down ass homies and your damn ass crew So keep your ass off the mix, bitch Or you'll find your self in another fucking fix, bitch Fony motherfucker, studio gangsta Little trick ass bitch, motherfucking ranker I never told a lie when I'm flowing on the mic Your daddy is a queer and your mama is a dike So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit [Chorus 2x]