[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yea yea Gold daytons, Low pros
I'm talkin' 16 switches on the low low
Oh, there I go Yeah I'm a G, How many licks do it take to hit the back buckle only three
Pablo Esco on my metro Got the complexion now my connection's Petro
And if he ever out I hear wed-o Cause he got the wet-o and the heavy metal! Chitty bang bang where they gangbang when they slang 'caine
Where the tray swang In the k-flangThat's why I'm runnin shit One in the tip Gun in the hip Any one of these niggas trip I go hard in tha paint, Do em like Shaq do guards in a pain
When that Thompson go off, they know it's beef
When their arms blow off to the middle of the street
[Hook]
You see the fresh tats
You see the big chain
Get in the game stop watchin from the side man
We in the fast lane
Never slowin down
We got ahead trump, so you never gainin ground
You can talk your shit
You can blog your shit
But stay out the booth, let the real mothafuckas spit
And I'ma say this one more time
Next talkin that I do is through the barrel of my nine
[Verse 2]
Bumpin draggin Levi's saggin Calico's spit flames like a fire-breathin dragon Get off the wagon Fuck all the naggin
I'm from southeast San Diego where my niggas flame flaggin Cowards talk slick With nouns and verbs Yeah they never bust a uie and bang they datas on the curb Smoke a little pot Drink a lot of patron and I'm comfortable in any city's gangsta zone
My rep is full blown you 36 in a BG I'm a boy in the hood like my name was "Easy" Got plugs on drugs or whatever you like, Got green, got pills, got soft, got white
And I can make a deal seem so appealin
Get you high enough make you wanna dance on the ceilin
But if you snitch on me, nigga you know it's beef
When your arms and legs blowed off in the middle of the street
Yeah
Yea yea Gold daytons, Low pros
I'm talkin' 16 switches on the low low
Oh, there I go Yeah I'm a G, How many licks do it take to hit the back buckle only three
Pablo Esco on my metro Got the complexion now my connection's Petro
And if he ever out I hear wed-o Cause he got the wet-o and the heavy metal! Chitty bang bang where they gangbang when they slang 'caine
Where the tray swang In the k-flangThat's why I'm runnin shit One in the tip Gun in the hip Any one of these niggas trip I go hard in tha paint, Do em like Shaq do guards in a pain
When that Thompson go off, they know it's beef
When their arms blow off to the middle of the street
[Hook]
You see the fresh tats
You see the big chain
Get in the game stop watchin from the side man
We in the fast lane
Never slowin down
We got ahead trump, so you never gainin ground
You can talk your shit
You can blog your shit
But stay out the booth, let the real mothafuckas spit
And I'ma say this one more time
Next talkin that I do is through the barrel of my nine
[Verse 2]
Bumpin draggin Levi's saggin Calico's spit flames like a fire-breathin dragon Get off the wagon Fuck all the naggin
I'm from southeast San Diego where my niggas flame flaggin Cowards talk slick With nouns and verbs Yeah they never bust a uie and bang they datas on the curb Smoke a little pot Drink a lot of patron and I'm comfortable in any city's gangsta zone
My rep is full blown you 36 in a BG I'm a boy in the hood like my name was "Easy" Got plugs on drugs or whatever you like, Got green, got pills, got soft, got white
And I can make a deal seem so appealin
Get you high enough make you wanna dance on the ceilin
But if you snitch on me, nigga you know it's beef
When your arms and legs blowed off in the middle of the street
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