Songtext: Scheiben Folie [Lil' Rob] Hey what's up homeboy Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed Spanish Fly and Point Blank Putting it down ese Yeah Mexicano style Simon That's how we do it Häuser Ratingen
[Lil' Rob] San Diego, Southern California that's what I represent Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest, Mexicano born with the badness Putting it down for the Brown, putting it down for my town La coloña, holding the corona from SD to Arizona Que onda, chichonas, nalgonas, cabronas Where you at, Lil' Rob be the fucking bomba Smoking up the mota, watching out for chotas Black guys on my ass again cuz I'm that crazy Mexican Laternen basteln
[Yogi] I remember how it all began I used to bust raps to my East County friends Now back then, you knew I couldn't stop that rap I used to rock the instrumentals while my homies scratched I wrote my first rap at the age of thirteen Grew tall and got hairy, now I got a goatee I was the homey, I know you used to know me I put it down in my town, I know you've heard of Yogi Squash Regeln Busting off shots, running from the cops I don't plan to stop until I see you vatos drop
[Chorus x2: Yogi] Busting off shots, running from the cops We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop Busting off shots, running from the cops We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop
[Royal T] kitzbühel tourismus Homey uno D, by three pack a bandit Five o'clock gravy homey can you fucking handle it From SD to LA, back to SD Fool you know my name, that vato Royal T
[Point Blank] Lowriders hopping, records still be popping Keep the spot piping hot until you motherfuckers drop No joke, I go for broke straight O-Side repping Busting like automatic weapons at rap sessions Günstige Visitenkarten For real, lyrics are steel, bitches scream my name Talk shit and feel the flame, Point Blank in the brain What
[Silencer] Stick em out, knock em out Let you know what I'm all about Silencer with the rap San Diego on the map Stick em all, kill em all Guarenteed to buck em all This is how it's gonna be None of you can fuck with me
[Frank V] I stay ready, so I never get ready On the grind all day, I stay committed to confetti Hitting corners slow, chopping it up on the celly Iced out, cooler than Arthur Fonzerelli Rims spinning, bitches grinning at my spinning Haters hating and I got the pork chops tail-gaiting Trunk full of cash, a pound in the dash Nine milli on stash, got no choice but to blast
[Bandit] I don't give a fuck fool I'm coming in how I'm leaving You don't want none of this, I'll leave y'all bitches half breathing Bitch I ain't teasing, I'll lift your soul when I spit I'm a Southwest lowride cold blue Crip Now y'all gonna trip, but I don't give a fuck no more I'm on the news kicking down your concert door Just letting y'all know I handle everything in the streets Man you're lucky that I'm whooping your ass over this beat Look at you drowning in your own shit Low Profile got style and we don't quit This here a hit, you gang bang, we gang bang too You bring the heat, we bring the heat and disrespect you, disrespect you Look at you drowning in your own shit Low Profile got style and we don't quit This here a hit, you gang bang, we gang bang too You bring the heat, we bring the heat and disrespect you, we disrespect you
