Buckles Up

歌詞

Now can bounce like a bad check even when you have sex I leave em crippled Frank comin' triple X What's next from a long night of cruisin' I line em up and then I start chosen Them firm hyenas down for an all nighter And they kick with motherfuckin' wicked westsider As we slide slide with that gangsters pride Not a studio pimp with my girl by my side Frank V I'm straight single, always down to mingle Sharing is caring that's my motherfuckin' jingle You say you got a man yeah I always hear it But see I got a plan and I can't break my spirit So baby don't fear it cause tonight I'm bustin' you Your man ain't with you that's what he gets for trustin' you It's a mans world and tonight your my girl So hit the three wheel motion and let the forth one twirl [Chorus] Hold your buckles up and raise your chin to the sky Gettin' ready to gang bang to this beat and watch this gangster glide Hold your buckles up and raise your chin to the sky Gettin' ready to gang bang to this beat and watch this gangster glide This Califa Thug show me love with the smoke bud Smell the aroma of this smokin' marijuana Now I'ma tell you somethin' while your bumpin' in your trunk in switches Bitches wantin' riches but they just end up in ditches, slash Califa Thugs will make you mash Take that P make you perky, leave your worries in the past Now it's time to get high and drunk And make you body numb because this nights begun And these Califa Thugs will show you how it's done From a flip of my tongue I'm just blowin' and goin' and knowin' And bitches be knowin' that I don't know And I always be comin' for something Kick it a while, true to my style Low Profile kickin' it a while Thugs will make you bounce if the ladies want A Sur Califa Thugs will make you bounce like a Chevy sixty-two Openin' up my eyes to another sunny day San Diego, California, Simon that's where we stay Busters, haters, disrespecters, you need to stay away Hustlers, Bangers, Slangers, makin' money anyway That you possibly can cause you know that I'm that man With an ounce in my hand, six-one-nine be that land Where you get that chronic, damn Ain't no need for push and shove Homie show me love This Califa Thug Smokin' all my chronic bud, buzzin' off my beer Makin' them bumpin' tracks that I know you want to hear Is it so clear please don't push So come in hear comin' in from the rear All messed up with a suitcase Put the car in rear, I charge in gear, I jacked a beer While I get away want to hear my say want to hear my say Smokin' and chokin' and puffin then takin' a hit from a big fat J everyday Everyday homie you know that's how we do it in San Diego