Brownside 4 My Banger'z
[Verse 1]
Here I am once again ese
Pinche Tokes Pandillero from that Eastside Trece
Still trippin' on fools
Still keepin it bangin'
Steady checkin motherfuckers
Cause my ears stay ringin
I'm the one you fools wanna be like
Not Tiger Woods, Lebron, Kobe Bryant Or Mike
I keep it real blue steel
And I shoot to kill
F..ckin with me
All you get is your cap peel
I been there done that ese I pay my dues
I got a criminal record
To show you punk ass fools
What you got? Where you been
Who the f..ck you know?
You f..ckin levas ain't have a f..ckin thing to show
But then again you wanna claim and call yourself a G
Keep it real motherfuckers
You putos wanna be me
Nah nah nah ese
I don't think so
It takes more than a mic and a weak ass flow
[Hook]
I throw it up for my G's bangin Sur 1-3
I'm one of a kind, You putos wish you were me
I keep it real blue steel
Peel your cap for thrills
Chop you up in pieces I go loco like Kill Bill
You can't f..ck with me
No matter what you do
Ese I started to shit
And Ima finish it too
I stay bangin for my bangers
Who stay bangin for the block
Puto I pay my dues you need to shut the f..ck up
[Verse 2]
Like I said f..ck a rapper and f..ck the rap game fool
I put it down for my G' So they have something to bump too
And get there bang on
And run up on enemigas
Smash em and crush em like some f..ckin' ormiga
I keep it White Tee Shirt Crease Khakis and Locs
Corduroy levis is how you'll see Ese Tokes
I don't f..ck with Sean Jones, Rocawear or Fubu
I don't sag I blue rag I thought you motherfuckers knew?
I don't wear bling bling or keep my fingers full of rings
I rather twist up my money breaking up them things
And hit the homies up who's holding down the block
Who protect the hood making money selling rocks
I'm a leader not a follow
I set trends putos
So get the f..ck off my nuts
And quit acting like hoes
You wannabe levas you putos wannabe me
But you don't got what it takes to be a motherfuckin G
[Hook]
I throw it up for my G's bangin Sur 1-3
I'm one of a kind, You putos wish you were me
I keep it real blue steel
Peel your cap for thrills
Chop you up in pieces I go loco like Kill Bill
You can't f..ck with me
No matter what you do
Ese I started to shit
And Ima finish it too
I stay bangin for my bangers
Who stay bangin for the block
Puto I pay my dues you need to shut the f..ck up
[Verse 3]
I'm second to none
I'm the one with the gun
I f..ck with the big boys
The ones who move tons
What you know about that?
What you got to show?
I keep my stacks on fat
Ask Mack-10 he knows
Ain't nothing fake about me
I'm from the 2-1-3
South Central LA Ese
The City of G's
Where we bang none stop
Where we say f..ck the cops
Where we strape the bumpers
Wheb the Low Lows hop
The City O f Bangers Dodger Blue All Day
You wear the wrong colors motherfucker you'll get sprayed
If you come from out of town
Keep your f..ckin door locked
Cause you will get jacked
By a Pelon with a Glock
Stick em up Hands up motherfucker drop
And empty your pockets
And give me everything you got
ANother puto shot f..ckin with the wrong block
That's how we do it in my city we don't give a f..ck
[Hook]
I throw it up for my G's bangin Sur 1-3
I'm one of a kind, You putos wish you were me
I keep it real blue steel
Peel your cap for thrills
Chop you up in pieces I go loco like Kill Bill
You can't f..ck with me
No matter what you do
Ese I started to shit
And Ima finish it too
I stay bangin for my bangers
Who stay bangin for the block
Puto I pay my dues you need to shut the f..ck up