Відео

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Oh honey - instrumental This tract has been used by cali life style ------- The best all of the time❤

hermosa instrumental

Just a black mexicano Gringos look at me worse then a pitbull pero Kuz I keep my blunts pre rolled And drink modelos Think we just majiwanos Or pinche burrachos

I’m er weez the swisha splitta From west St. Paul Minnesota This for those ballers moving bows To those broke smoking bowls Always stay down ten toes Go all in never fold foo No matter where I’m goin I’m always west coast in Was in Florida Smoking khalifa From California Black love brown pride Throw ya sets high Shout out the black mafia Viva la raza

Two locs matching deep in my city One time acting up just because I'm rolling clean in a Chevy Dark skin Mexican, standing 5'4 Put the pedal to the floor, hear my glass backs roll Hit the corner with the passion on my way to the market T-Dre, shotgun, with a blunt, ready to spark it 10:30 in the morning but I don't care Hit the switch, lock it up, chronic smoke in the air Hard glare with my locs on, ready to make some hits Ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics Stacking up my pay fool like regular And just then my homie Bones hits me up on my cellular Feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass So I hook it on up as I cruise down the overpass Hit the stuff, filling on my cup to the rim All the while feeling chill from the bud so I grin

Yoo i'm gonna take you for a ride You ready? Ibuku single fighter masa kecil ku tumbuh besar di gang yang sempit Rumah selalu berpindah dunia ku terjepit Tiap malam mama berdoa dia berbisik Tuk hindari bendera kuning dan juga jarum suntik Tiap detik selalu lihat konflik Ekonomi selalu jadi problematik Orangtua menangis anak nya telah dikubur O.D terlalu banyak sikat barang dari gang subur Disini ku harus pintar jaga diri Harus punya landasan agar kuterbang tinggi Pantau kanan kiri yoo awas ada polisi Kusadar diri disini ku harus punya visi, misi Mimpi mulai jadi amunisi Hisap dalam dalam lalu rubah jadi diksi Jadi musisi, tapi disatu sisi Di kota ini semuanya butuh komisi Ubah gram jadi kilo, agar bisa masuk studio Yang lain telan dextro aku pilih audio Yoo atur rasio, cetak portofolio Berharap lagu ku nanti diputar di radio 2 Peace ke udara, turunkan sama sama Agar kalian tau asal ku dari mana Westside westside Barat jakarta we doin alright 2 Peace ke udara, turunkan sama sama Agar kalian tau asal ku dari mana Westside westside Barat jakarta we doin alright Putar plastik disini kami tak pakai sloki Hustle mentality tapi harus lowkey Sebelum punya kaki harus jadi joki Jadi kuda sebelum kau jadi O'G With my homies tiap malam ke GG untuk beli tokipan Lalu pastikan, Tara sudah siap resep racikan Dulu kubilang suatu saat kan kubuktikan Sekarang kami dibayar tuk minum, berhasil kan? Sunshine, shining all the time Let's ride, it's my time to shine Kuingin jadi mimpi anak di gang kumuh Menginspirasi yang lain seperti Blakumuh Entah berapa jauh, pasti balik kesini Jika nanti ku mati kau kan ingat hal ini Kemanapun ku pergi terus representasi Sampai akhir nanti, kau tau itu pasti 2 Peace ke udara, turunkan sama sama Agar kalian tau asal ku dari mana Westside westside Barat jakarta we doin alright 2 Peace ke udara, turunkan sama sama Agar kalian tau asal ku dari mana Westside westside Barat jakarta we doin alright 2 Peace ke udara, turunkan sama sama Agar kalian tau asal ku dari mana Westside westside Barat jakarta we doin alright 2 Peace ke udara, turunkan sama sama Agar kalian tau asal ku dari mana Westside westside Barat jakarta we doin alright Westside

Golden Funky Groove Sample?

so I’m like the only gen z that listens to this at my whole school in Florida. This shit go too hard bruh flkkkkkkk

Damn that beat is chill af

How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death M n-, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n-, we the last ones left, but life goes on As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call Plus, this my homie from high school, he's getting by It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me Two in the morning and we still high assed out Screaming, "Thug 'til I die" before I passed out But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now ya gone And all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them n-s to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy While trying to make it last I drank a fifth for that when you passed 'Cause life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n-, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on) My n-, we the last ones left, and life goes on (life goes on) Yeah n-, I got the word is hell Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole Imagine life as a convict that's getting old Plus with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties Me and you, no truer two While scheming on hits And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into But now you buried rest n- 'cause I ain't worried Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball 'til my dying days Before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace, thug 'til I die! How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n-, we the last ones left, and life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? (Life goes on) Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on) My n-, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes on (life goes on) Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know From way before kiss me from my head to my toe Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in Tell all my people I'm a Ridah Nobody cries when we die, we Outlaws, let me ride Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane Got police chasing me To my n-s from old blocks, from old crews N-s that guided me through back in the old school Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me And brothers, miss ya while you're gone You left your n- on his own, how long we mourn? Life goes on Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on homie) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (gone on, 'cause they passed away) N-s doing life, n-s doing 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya n-, trust me, I feel ya You know what I mean Last year we poured out liquor for ya This year n-, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks Give playa haters plenty of space And basically just represent for you baby Next time you see your n-s, you're gonna be on top, n- They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them n-s came up" That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all n-s make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man Don't front Hold me no more, hold me no more Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do

How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death M n-, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n-, we the last ones left, but life goes on As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call Plus, this my homie from high school, he's getting by It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall? Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me Two in the morning and we still high assed out Screaming, "Thug 'til I die" before I passed out But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone Thinking I don't wanna die all alone, but now ya gone And all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them n-s to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy While trying to make it last I drank a fifth for that when you passed 'Cause life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n-, we the last ones left, but life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on) My n-, we the last ones left, and life goes on (life goes on) Yeah n-, I got the word is hell Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole Imagine life as a convict that's getting old Plus with the drama, we're looking out for your baby's mama Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her Life in the hood is all good for nobody Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties Me and you, no truer two While scheming on hits And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into But now you buried rest n- 'cause I ain't worried Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery Though memories fade I got your name tatted on my arm So we both ball 'til my dying days Before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace, thug 'til I die! How many brothers fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death My n-, we the last ones left, and life goes on How many brothers fell victim to the streets? (Life goes on) Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (life goes on) My n-, we the last ones left, 'cause life goes on (life goes on) Bury me smiling with G's in my pocket Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it Let the hoes that I used to know From way before kiss me from my head to my toe Give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin A couple bottles of gin in case I don't get in Tell all my people I'm a Ridah Nobody cries when we die, we Outlaws, let me ride Until I get free, I live my life in the fast lane Got police chasing me To my n-s from old blocks, from old crews N-s that guided me through back in the old school Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me And brothers, miss ya while you're gone You left your n- on his own, how long we mourn? Life goes on Rest in peace young n-, there's a Heaven for a G (life goes on homie) Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death (gone on, 'cause they passed away) N-s doing life, n-s doing 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya n-, trust me, I feel ya You know what I mean Last year we poured out liquor for ya This year n-, life goes on We're gonna clock now Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks Give playa haters plenty of space And basically just represent for you baby Next time you see your n-s, you're gonna be on top, n- They're gonna be like, "Goddamn, them n-s came up" That's right, baby, life goes on and we up out this bitch Hey Kato, Mental Y'all n-s make sure it's poppin' when we get up there man Don't front Hold me no more, hold me no more Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do

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Eric Eric the generic I flow with a style thats barbaric But i wont repeat shit like a parrot No ghostwriters and if they give me their paper ill tear it. Feelings so heavy so just bear it My one and only first flow on youtube But just do you dude

Let me slide up on the beat, was crackin'? Feelin' gone, in my head, i want action, Fuck that, i got the devil, trynna tap in, Sign a deal, for the money, you get mansions, I told my momma, ima be rich, like "imagine" All this pain, i feel inside, is not from rappin', Uh' I'm feelin' fly, like a carpet, I'm Aladdin, "Sorry chief, this ain't it", no madden,

the best !!!!!!!!!

TE LA DEDICO WERA DONDE QUIERA QUE ANDES QUE DIOS Y MI SANTITA TE PROTEGAN Y TE CUIDEN SIEMPRE TE AMO ❤❤❤

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This is fire. Chicano rap from the 90s is underrated

Fiji by Nasgubb

This is one of the most dope west coast hip hop beat i've ever heard

ho yhea bro wachen el paisaje hommies

left right left right

This shi fire ima rap on it with the homie lil syko

😆 *promo sm*

Verse 1: T-Dre] I'm just coasting, drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805, it's the gold state Ain't no place that I'd rather be Than the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3 C I got love for the place they raised me Even though times get a lil' crazy So I gotta give love back Either gang bang, slang, or pull a mothafuckin' jack It's all good cos I'm driving nice cars Pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars A wicked sly's life, cause I'm a son of a gun I'm only 19, but would I live to see 21? A loco mothafucka so you better step back Try to pull the jack, I'll feed you bullets for a fucking snack Pero orita cause I'm puffin from Leno Coming from T-Dre, por vida loco Sureños Verse 2: Deluxe] Two locs matching deep in my city One time acting up just because I'm rolling clean in a Chevy Dark skin Mexican, standing 5'4 Put the pedal to the floor, hear my glass backs roll Hit the the corner with the passion on my way to the market T-Dre, shotgun with a blunt, ready to spark it 10:30 in the morning but I don't care Hit the switch, lock it up, chronic smoke in the air Hard glare with my locs on, ready to make some hits Ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics Stacking up my pay fool like regular And just then my homie Bones hits me up on my cellular Feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass So I hook it on up as I cruise down the overpass Hit the stuff, filling on my cup to the rim All the while feeling chill from the bud so I grin [Chorus] When I get lost, feel I've been crossed She will be my salvation When I get lost, feel I've been crossed She will be my salvation [Verse 3: T-Dre] Now let me introduce the G's, the L.O.C's Let met get my self bombed as I'm gliding through the breeze Keep on mashing as the tracks keep dropping Ain't no stopping when I'm up and hopping Drop the ride to the side causing havoc with my homies, blowing indo smoke Dipped and brued the oldies every day and my life is getting better and better Blaze n blaze it in the morning and I'm down for whatever Deluxe pick me up about 11:32 I said I'm down to claim but what the hell we gonna do Santa Maria S.M.V.P scooped up J-bird, Ray Ray, and the C.U.Z I got my cousin buzzing in the back Chronic smoke hot box full on contact Now it's time to roll to the pot hole and spark another bowl Let another rag time foe on the 3 times go Now where we go from here keep on mashing through the central coast atmosphere For the things that I do I know I'm gonna pay the cost For the reason why I'm gone, for the reason why I'm lost Verse 4: Deluxe] Living week by week, living day by day Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame But I'm lost in the system not made for me So I'm suppose to break rocks straight go for my G, 19 With a Mexicano lame throwing up on my colors red, white, to the green Always looking out just in case fools jump Time to handle shit and break em' off real quick Take a look around you fool, then take a close look Cause all the shit I see, I draw it down in my rhyme book My homies dropping off like flies in ninety-five The one's that survive, are taking steel cage bus rides But for me I ain't sucka-free Cause punks is trying to gang, C-L-S We see it coming straight from the get go We ran our own undercover gang though, fools didn't even know That we was real to the heart see Being true to the game that's how it is in the S.M.V Holding on to my dreams make it to the top But I'm stuck paying cost fucked up cus a whole lost... [Outro Dialogue:] Yeah, special shouts goes out to my homies that was down from the get go Like my homie Cuz, wassup dawg Yeah, wassup to my homie J-bird Yeah Ray Ray kicking know what I'm saying Yeah I gotta say wassup to my homie Bonez Yeah sparked off straight cruising from the l que, que no Yeah wassup Crazy Joseph Yeah Cuevo keep pounding loc Yeah wassup S.D. yeah my homie loc Yeah D.J. Bishop, keep spinnin 'em homies straight from the S.M.V. Southern California Mexican Invasion yeah When I get lost, when I get lost .... When I get lost, lost, lost, lost, lost

I'm here to

Nahh this shit is hard

Kilouchis :P

Yo Surin Hustle og Yo mathafucking Hustle og โย้ว ที่สุรินทร์ใครก็รู้ว่าแถวนี้ มันสด ซ่าส์ We are the gangstar ทำงานกันเหมือนกับคนบ้า เวลานอนไม่เคยนอน ดีดยิ่งกว่ายาบ้า ชอบอาวุธสงคราม ชอบ Glock Uzi แล้วก็อาก้า yo Hustle กันจนตาย ไปวัลฮาล่าGangstar Hustle สุรินทร์มันอันตราย ถ้ายังไม่อยากตาย อย่าขวางทาง rifle มึงจะเก่งที่ไหนไม่ใช่ที่นี้ พวกกูมีธรรมเนียมน้องพี่ คิดว่าเจ๋ง ก็คงไม่ใช่กับที่นี้ พวกกูมีglockพร้อมเป่าสมองมึงเละเป็นทุ้นขี้ ยังไม่เคยโดนคงคิดเป็นเรื่องจี้ เดี๋ยวๆ มึงจะไปไหน Yo กูมากับเพื่อนพี่ มาหาตัวไอ้พวกที่ ปากดี ปากหมา ปากหาตีนฟรี พวกเหี้ยนี้แค่มองแม้งก็โครตจี้ yeah Young Mathafuck Old School พ่นแสลงกับจังหวะบีท ที่เด็ดขาด ปล่อยเพลงไปเก็บกวาดเด็กกาก ไรม์2-3บาท จะมาสู้กับไรม์ปีศาจ ไรม์มึงคิดได้แค่นี้ ไรม์กูตะลุยอวากาศ บาร์นี้กูยังไม่ฆ่าmcที่มองไม่เห็นเหมือนอากาศ ปล่อยmcขี้กากไปหลบฉาก แรพไม่คมเสือกตั้งตนเป็นองค์บาค ท้าตีท้าต่อยแต่ไรม์มึงไม่คมมึงคิดว่าเท่หรอไอ้กาก กูปล่อยไรม์แบบมือปราบ จัดหาสแลงมาให้มึงเต็มอากาศ สูดเข้าไปไม่มีพิษ มีแต่พยาบาด ทุกวินาทีที่ฉันให้กับความฝัน ทางที่กำลังเดินมันคล้ายจะหมดหวัง ฉันเดินทางมาไกลเกินกลับหลัง ไฟที่กำลังมอดก็เหลือแค่ควัน ทางที่ฉันเดินมันมืดมิดไม่เห็นแม้เงาจันทร์ ถ้าฉันเป็นจิตกรฉันคงไปจับพู่กัน แต่ฉันเป็นmc มีไมค์ในมือเป็นของคู่กัน ไม่เกี่ยว กับ ปรัชญา และหลักธรรม เพราะความเป็นจริงมันสอนให้กัดฟัน ทุกปัญหาเข้ามามากมายให้ฝ่าฟัน ฉันคงไม่หยุดนิ่งเพราะคำว่าบาปกรรม พระองค์ปลุกฉันตื่นขึ้นมาจากหลุมดำ หยิบสมุดปากกาขึ้นจดพลัน บรรยากาศในห้องมีแต่หมู่ควัน หวังให้ใครสักคนมาจดจำ ใช่ฉันเขียนแร็พถึงแม้ในกระเป๋าไม่มีซักกะตัง มันยังคงเคลื่อนที่เสมอและฉันขอบอกเลยไม่กลับคำ เครื่องบินเมื่อเจอมรสุมยังกลับลำ แต่จะผ่านอีกกี่ฝนกี่พายุฉันยังจัดทำ hip hop สำหรับฉันมากกว่าคู่กรรม ความฝันกับฉันเดินทางไกลมาด้วยกัน มันเป็นมิตรแท้ถึงร่างฉันจะหายไป แต่ความฝันฉันอยู่นิรันดร์

Thank you Jesus

HYPNOTIC 😎✨🙌🏻

Oh honey by delegation

Hay una cancion en español con el intro o me equivoco?

Need a bag needa wait nah I got metal do not petal plates Crew got metal chains but Chain we gon take bezzle brakes My shit better made Gave a bitch a lemone lemonade was made

*promosm* 😱

I'm down to creep on any mothafucka I see and I ain't trippin tho my lil homie keep a pistol hoe you stupid bro, wearin a vest when it's brains that I'm coming foe, Springdale sdale what I'm reppin 2tone Glock hell yeah I'm stepping when you comin in my varrio hell yeah you gotta check in dont get started cause I'm crazy in the Mente bet these bullets hit you fuerte sdale representin so you better watch out cause I'm quick to bring the goones out like who out? Mothafucka yo block dry and this mothafuckin Glock get to cooking like some stir fry

Hot 103.7 radio station Seattle Washington you should find out and listen for LIFE GOES ON Tupac.

Did you know that they play this song on the radio, and the radio version sounds Way different from what you've heard, I heard it, the sounds it's Different!😮

I’m bullied in school cause I’m Filipino and listen to mexican rap

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About to sample this like crazy

Lost Song by CLS, Delux, and T Dre OverviewLyricsVideosListenArtists I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay ain't no place that I'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3 see, I got love for the place that raise me even though times get a lil' crazy, so I got to give love back either gang bang, slang or pull the mutha fuckin' jack it's all good 'cause I'm drivng nice cars pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars, a wicked sly's life , 'cause I'm a son of a gun I'm only 19 but would I live to see 21, a loco mutha fucka so you better step back try to pull the jack, ill feed you bullets for a fukin snack better pero orita 'cause I'm puffin from leno coming from detroit por vida loco surenos, to locs matching deep in my city once I'm acting up just because I'm rollin clean in a chevy, dark skin mexican standind 5'4 put the pedal to the flow hear my glass backs roll hit the the corner with the passion on my way to the market T-Dre shotgun with a blunt ready to spark it 10:30 in the morning but I don't care, hit the switch lock it up chronic smoke in the air, hard player with my locs on ready to make some hits ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics stacking up a platefull like regular, and just then my homie bones hits me up I'ma cellular feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass up and hook it on up as I cruise down the over pass hit the stuff filling on my cup to the rim on the why feeling g or from the bud so I grin when I get lost, Feel I been crossed, She will be my salvation Now let me introduce the g's the L.O.C'S let met get my self bombed as I'm gliding through the breeze keep on mashing as the tracks keep dropping ain't no stoppin when I'm up and hoppin drop the ride to the side causin havoc with my homies blowing indo smoke dipped and brued the oldies every day and my life is getting better and better blaze n blaze it in the morning and I'm down for whatever, the locs pick me up around 11:32 I said I'm down to claim but what the hell we gonna do Santa Maria S.M.V.P scooped up jay bird ray ray and the C.U.Z I got my cuzzin buzzen in the back chronic smoke hot box full of contact now it's time to roll to the pot hole and spark another bowl another rag time foe on the 3 times go, ..now were we go from here keep on mashing through the central coast atmosphere for the things that I do I know I'm gonna pay the cost for the reason why I'm gone, for the reason why I'm lost ..living week by week living day by day doing what I gotta do to get my furtunate fame but I'm lost in th system not made for me so I'm suppose to break rocks straight I for my g, nineteen with a mexicano lame throwin up on my colors red, white, to the green always lookin out just in case fools jump me time to handle shit and break em' off real quick take a look around you fool then take a close look 'cause all the shit I see I jot it down in my rhyme book my homies droppin off like cause a nine to five the one's that survive take a steel cage bus ride but for me I ain't sucka free 'cause punks is tryin to take it easy lessy comin straight from the get go we ran our own undercover gang though fools didn't even know that we was real to the heart see bein true to the game that's how it is in the S.M.V. holdin on to my dreams makin to the top but I'm stuck payin cost fucked up 'cause a whole lost when I get lost, Feel I been crossed, She will be my salvation Yeah, special shouts goes out to my homies that was down from the get go like my homie 'cause wasup dawg Yeah wasup to my homie j-bird yeah ray ray kickin know what I'm sayin yeah I gotta say wasup to my homie bonez yeah sparked off straight cruisin from the l que que no yeah wasup crazy joseph yeah cuevo keep poundin loc yeah wasup s.d. yeah my homie loc yeah keep spinnin 'em homies straight from the S.M.V. Southern California Mexican Invasion yeah When I get lost When I get lost When I get lost lost lost lost lost lost

We got our own clique goin' A strong clique Finally getting into our own, you know Getting respect We make it gon' on We don't fake it, we just take it Bounce, bounce, bounce Ride, skate Roll, bounce Ride, skate Roll, bounce Yo what's up? C.L.S is in the house, you know what I'm saying We're gonna kick it old school And show you how we survive on the 805 So T-Dre, step up and let 'em know Just an ordinary day, waking up about ten Got a lot of stuff ahead, so I don't sleep in Mario calls me up with some shit to do He says, "Pick me up from work at a quarter to two" It's nine to the six degrees in the shade Doing some hard work 'til it's time to get paid Pick up my cousins so we can cruise the alley You know my town gets down in the middle of June Where's Deluxe? I don't know, give my homie a beep I bet you ten bones the fool's asleep Jam through his pad, open the door and get inside Deluxe is sitting shotgun, chillin' in my ride T-Dre picked me up and we was on our way 66 on track, gold teeth, rolling straight But we taking all precautions 'Cause when the crew gets on we start flossin' Make a stop at Bone's house before we go Spark dogs and Bone puffing out some window So I call shotgun and I'ma handle that Y'all stoned motherfuckers gettin' in the back So where you want to go? They say SB Santa Barbara, fool, we cruise through the star street That's all right with me, let's get to go Hit the Chevron, who got snacks for the Patron? 'Cause the 396 is just pounding it And a half tank of gas ain't doing it So we got to do it up before we go Make a right turn on 101 and now we outta here It was B-Bones, Deluxe, and T-Dre Bounce right skating, just mobbing down the freeway This is what we did so check it Busted a right on a stay street exit Full tank of gas so it's time to creep There's a lot of fine women on this two way street Bones hooked it up with some hyenas in a van Stuck up hoes playing hard to get No time for that shit so we roll right past Some funky ass hoochie with the big fake ass Eleven o' clock so it's time to hit the dub Smoking in my ride on the way to the club Stepped into the club and it was packed like saltines Full of people that's doing the same thing Trying to get the crew and kill the place with jumpin' Big ass booty just pushing and bumping Picked a girl up and got her ass on the dance floor C.L.S. and the players just taking control Delux's lights bouncing off the disco ball So many girls, it's all for one and one for all Dancing non-stop with some different hoes Feeling like a pro, chippin' the roof off a Zen Low But it's time to go, hop in the six Hit the switch 'cause that's how we do it, bitch Oh yeah, what's up T-Dre and Delux in the studio Kickin' it like this you know 'Cause that's how we do it every day in the SMB Wassup to my homie Bones Spark Dog in the whole nine yards down in SMB Delux, what's happening fool? Yeah, Delux one time in the house, you know what I'm sayin' Droppin' off some moves, best lyrics from the 1994 Yo, 'cause I'm knocking on your door So what you gots to say now fool? Oh yeah wassup to my homeboy Dougie-Doug On a mission boy, doin' that shit on fly, yeah And that's how we gonna do it for the '99 squad Uh, just like that, bounce rocks gettin' through your town And we on the mob Police Ride, skate Roll, bounce Ride, skate Roll, bounce Ride, skate Roll, bounce Ride, skate

oh honey

Thanks for posting this beautiful sound

This takes me back when my mom made me her little baby gangster with all that cholo clothes back in the early 2000s, here I'am now 22 looking back it lmao 🤣

This is my favorite song but instrumental, ya'll? i love it

Sant Maria California 805