Mexican Mobsters (Explicit)歌词-Clika One

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[Sample

" At that time, Vegas was a place where

Millions of suckers flew in every year on thier own nickel

And left behind about a billion dollars

But at night

You couldn't see the desert that surrounds Las Vegas

But it's in the desert where lot of the town's problems are solved" --

Mobbin' down the street with a blue rag

And a sack and I look to the side like a pimp in the game (Popo, what's your name)

Bad Boy from the C-L, I-K, with the A on the D-L

So where's the P-O's

Duckin' down on the mother****in' side cause they're lookin' for my primos

What the **** they want to D-O

With the Lex and them hoes

And a pocket full of C-notes

And we mobbin' in some regals

But we can't hit the strip cause the strippers like pat down

Get the guzzle, put the gat down

We're the fools that we talkin', so we got to put the smack down

But the levas always back down

Mad dog and fixin', let 'em know, but I got to hit that douja killer weed

Jumped up in my birthday suit, addin' honies in my killer bee

Better be

Cause you never see three loc'ed up, hold up

There they go, put the dot to thier dome, chrome .45

****ed backed, ready, tell me when, aim steady, loco

Let it go, loco, let 'em know, that I spray with the

A.K

All day, every day, til the day that I never should've die, should've known

That we gang bang, take it like a man, but treat him like a *****

Cause he's from the other side

Bang, bang

When I kill 'em off, fill 'em all, full of ****** holes

****** ***** gotta go, turn around

Put your loc's on, keep on actin' hard in the yard, trucha

Cut ya two more to let you know and there's plenty more to go

One, two, three mother****ers graves, laid down by the loco Ese Brown

Hypnotized by the pound, that scattered 'round, beatin' every clown

Copycattin' on my muh'****in' sound

Hold 'em up

Take the crown, let me be the king, let me do my thing

Let the ******s reign, mother****er slain

Take the life of an enemy, shit, instead of me, let me see

If the murder's screamin' meaning anything, seven-oh

With a two, 'bout to strap

And a sack, and a gat, matter of fact, look at that, mother****er

Got shot through the back, smackdown, nothin' cold in the Cadillac

Cause I had a strap on my mother****in' side

Chorus: Brown

My clip is fully loaded, got my cuete right beside me

I'm born to die, so let these mother****ers find me

I show no love when I'm unloadin' out the chamber

BUCK {*gunshot*}

That's what you get for tryin' to put my life in danger

Repeat Chorus

If I ride on crypts

Click, pull out your vusca, let see who's packin' the big ****

Look at that

Hit 'em up, with the big gat, now the homie don't know how to act

Clika

Vamos chingamos, any vatos tryin' to act bad, matamos

Any ******* tryin' to get down cunamos, C-Side, Clika controlondos

Where the mother****in' weed at

Pisto, shaved heads, in a mother****in' parkin' lot

Down to scrap a lot

Bad Boy, pull the gat, hit 'em up, with the .45 calibur shot

I'm gettin' down with the gang bang, bang

Teardrops and caskets, quick to pull a drive-by

Street life ain't no game

Homicide, we ride, I'm hangin' out low rides

Ese Brown from the C-L, I-K to the A, kickin' back with a mother****in' primo

With them on the D-low

**** around with the Scarface, hit 'em in the neck like Casino

Put them on a G- O

Fill 'em all with ****** holes

Let the mother****ers bleed, hit 'em up

With a bottle of the kerosene

Spark the match, turned around and heard 'em screamin

Never meant to ****in' with a demon, no lie

Twelve guage

To the brain from a drive-by, livin' my life

In the fast line, *******

Insane to the brain, with a fake name

What you claim

Throw your mother****in' gang sign

Hit 'em up from the side lines, never mind mine

Never try mine, ese (Be careful, puto)

I'll blow your mother****in' brains, man

Repeat Chorus

I'm crawlin' up out of the shadow, you ready to battle, gon' make your head rattle

New Mexico Lobo, we doppin' the vocals

For all of your cholas and all of you cholos

I'm rollin' mine deep in mi carro

A '72 Monte Carlo

We dip us a limon sin palo

Tripped out in the mente muy malo

My clip's loaded up with hollows

Hey Lobo, get down to the point

I take real big tocasos

So big, I swallow the joint {*sniff*}

I twist off the cap on my pito, a vato that's listo, para des madre

A lobo that's puttin' in hales

I'm burnin' a hole through your carne

Wherever we are, never it fails

Smokin' the dough, we're mackin' the hoes

We'll throw in the dawgs, and droppin' the bombs

Puttin' it down, whenever we drop

Shit doesn't stop, forever we last

Whenever we blast, we spraying em down

We layin' em down, no playing around

My cuete goes pop, til everyone drops

You're ****in' with Mexican mobsters

Got grip just like a red lobster

The brown neighborhood night stalker

Got ghost when I heard the chopper

I left no eyewitness, took care of business, in it to win it

Won't stop til I'm finished, start right from the beginnin'

Until the ninth innin, I'm makin' my feria, loco