MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
delinquent habits - 1 adam 12
[Verse 1]
I'm predisposed for abuse I can take it so bring the pain steady
The thunder clouds they gonna open and let it rain heavy
I'm bringin' storms full of hail stones cyclones turning
I'm shootin' lightning my fingertips got your fields burning
Now I'm a stand back slam it and watch what I deliver
The idle thoughts of the huero loco to make you shiver
I got my mind on the struggle they tryin to make me fold
I keep on freakin' and tourin' to push my record gold
Keep money comin' is somethin' but what's the real earning
I blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin'
So what's up partner you know what you be doin's wrong
Bitin' my homie O.G. and Delinquente's song
The clock's tickin' for no man will time wait
So do not test me cause you know not what's my mind state
I take the consequence anotha level higher
I stand back yo dust combust and catch fire...
[Chorus]
I'm takin it into battles daily fool
You know what's up so do not step and try to play me cool
O.G.'s in the back with scratches back to throw chingasos
Hit it hard core like I'm trippin' pumpin' to throw putasos
You don't know who be comin' up step in the ride
Purro huero loco Delinquentes LowerEastSide
Heard that O.G. and Blaxican got some dogs to drop
And rip the funk like this until the madness stops
[Verse 2]
I Adam 12 1 Adam 12 come in 7 Mary 3
It's outta control pandemonium delinquency
I see these Latins and they're linin' up to do somethin'
They're makin' moves like they're settin' out to prove somethin'
But I ain't proving shit makin' moves yes but never the less
The gloomy West wanna put me to the test
Still these pop quizzes I'm passin' with flyin' colors
And these nasty habits is snappin' to make the haters stutter
Stick and move pursue that funky Latin groove
That O.G. Style provides that shit is beautiful
Oh shit sir it's the funk freakers
They strangling the mic and they blowin' out my speakers
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
There ain't flare like mine I'm always buzzin' often stingin' and
Fool you can't suppress no rest smoked out and drinkin'
It's a day by day pure weed with no tobacco
I move with speed and elegance knowin' who got my back though
Don't run with fools who take chances the dance is on and I'm a
I went from strugglin' hustla to strugglin' chart climber
It seems like I can't wait for nothin' but I'm a persevere
There's only heartache and sadness now is it worth it here?
Now I'm a keep on rockin' watch and move along
To keep on bumpin' and freakin' the delinquentes song
Cause I got dreams and ambitions just like the next man
My mission back on the road and freak the next jam
[Chorus]
delinquent habits - good times
[Verse 1]
I've often wondered how long it's gonna take me
In this world until the good Lord shake me
And to the man I put up with mad sorrow
But I learned soon the sun still shines tomorrow
Sometimes bad thoughts they brought me down
Growin up hard livin' poor side of town
Cause where I was I wondered who will ever need me?
But now I know that much love flew freely
My momma my poppa both took care
No matter what I did I knew they would be there
Ball in the school yard puppy love crushes
Mischief in the nightime with intimate touches
Playin' with the females Christmas was cool
Didn't have much but had enough fool
So here's three cheers beers up and take a chug
Cause this one's for all the past times I dug
[Chorus]
Even though most of all my life was bad
I reminisce on all the good times I had
Even though most of all my life was bad
I reminisce on all the good times I had
Even though most of all my life was bad
I reminisce on all the good times I had
So if you think all of your life was bad
Reminisce on all the good times you had
[Verse 2]
Well it was once upon a time in the seventies a baby boy bounces
Placed on this earth wayin' seven and some ounces
But that wasn't all of the bouncin'
It was hard for mom to try to keep the proper housin'
Straight from Gardena before my sista Linda
Migrated to the East Side projects Maravilla
There I had my stroll on Rigin' Elementary
Moms a quarter century pop left us on empty
But that was nothin' new though packin up our shit so
We could make the move Cudahay was the zip code
Moms working fingers to the bone just to make ends meat
I was a latch key delinquent daily runnin' the street
And every time I look back I think of just anotha challenge
Holidays and birthdays grim still I managed
To key a smile making life fun
And how can I forget about the seasons in the sun?
So here's three cheers beer up and take a chug
Cause this one's for all the past times I dug
[Chorus]
delinquent habits - here come the horns
Here comes the horns...
(Verse 1)
Step back when I bring the swing
Like the american pastime
That alow deliver to stack up black night
Makin' all funky like a futa
Hang four to you make more funky like a from free
Masta blocked like a ketshup scream
Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill
Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ
The fake at the album collection lookin' lookin'
Rusia, puro delinquente session
>From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure
Put on maleta, now I can see you
Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you
Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club
You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party
That is on town, is on town...
That grows like the weels
Can't loco with sprees
Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me
Ha, you can't beat me
Fool, is so easy
Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north
So sit back and freest youself...
CHORUS:
Here Comes The Horns... (x 3)
(Verse 2)
Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit
You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this
It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it
Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned
Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened
Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped
So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted
Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted
Some skin light man give me some psychedelic
Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it
They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it
Rappin' and --- is solamente we wanna ripp it
You hit this tasted will you do to keep you suffer now
Mio-mine, some very wine probe a good time
They will do we though
And all the shit we do
Los delinquentes hoo....
(CHORUS)
(Verse 3)
El ritmo latino más fino es lo que traigo
Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo
Yo puedo más facil contigo sin mis amigos
Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo
Calmate cuate, yo tengo razón
Dime como quiere bronca con el más chingón
A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente
Si me cruzas boom te tumbo todos los dientes...
No se que menace is comin' is poppa si yo voy check it out
Fuckin' like a flame, my habits, watch out better bro
Comin' and they see me brazos de steel faction
I still clamin' kickin' lower eastside section
If moki wanna blood, fool your better brotha
Cuz it's checkin' a bro, proudin' con nigga brotha
Delinquent Habits' zoom at the north
So sit back and freest youself...
(CHORUS)
delinquent habits - house of the rising drum
[Kemo]
Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes
Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum
And keep in tempo with the cries of the Ancient
San Su Warrior takin out the plaintiff
This ill crush like skulls in Spain and running bulls
And they gon act like fools when the curtain pulls
This here for partyin' so let your B**ch Bong slide
Cruise irie toxins through your head like a G-ride
I hang with macs and Alvarado maniacs
Who make Feria broke backs and Herb sacks
And this right here y'all will be known
As one of the most eloquent ever graced a mic phone
With hype tones my mind roam the ozone
When I'm on the stage known to flow zone
You got a pencil best put it in your pocket
Cause you'll need more than cheap blue ink to rock it
[refrão 2X]
Cause in the House Of The Rising Drum they all come
You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum
With a *BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRR* you best to duck run and hide
You know, yeah
[Ives]
Now I've seen how the world turns and how it functions
I'll be damned if I'm twiced burned before destruction
Cause I could never be that alligator that Albino
Sacrificial wino I got the shoes though with the ill flow
Then I stay two steps ahead three leagues above
The petty individuals sulkin in the masses
Bannin Latin accents then I drop bombs
Napalm square on the flesh and to make it more definitive you won't get rid of this
Your narrow minded attitude will make me rude
Making em capitulate in a civil fashion
I'm old fashion when it comes to body thrashin
[Kemo]
Herb done job cool vibe you all high
Enter through the hale to zone of red eye
Get out your seat it's time to rock show
Frontwar
delinquent habits - if u want some
[Verse 1]
Once again it's me one of the three delinquents
Seems let loose from the noose now it's time to make G's
Oooh, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin'
Lordy lordy let me do some roll callin'
Kemo, O.G., Victor, Gigi, Pesci look hard and you'll see me
Trixx, big Ronnie, Sen and Sal
If you can feel me open up let me slam now
Hard than a muthafucka hush sho nuff
Lower EastSide of the West Coast take a puff funky
But twice burned and I won't be forgetin
The ones who tried to break me fake me I'm sweatin'
Represent me mine in the place I dwell
Big D in the air it's on ring the bell
Receive fuel for my mental I'm low gas me up
Big dog now but wicked even when I was a pup
[Chorus 2X]
I came to represent where I'm from
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I came to break you off and get some
If you want some get some bad enough take some
[Verse 2]
Step back give me room cause I'm takin' over
Rollin' punks over like a bulldozer
Cause I came to represent where I'm from
It's the Lower EastSide of the West Coast son
So hot diggity damn I'm gettin' figgity scram
I loose stability bam there ain't no fadin' the man
Who might that be that might be me
Yo soy el hombre
Cause I walk these streets like the righteous man
But I take no shit when I'm freakin' the flam
The incredible edible blend I got Latin juice
Some want to be like me but lack a few scoops
Fools cause I bring the flavor
Ives got my back O.G.'s on the fader
Damn I can't quit when I start this shit
But it's time well spent I came to represent
[Chorus]
I came to represent where I'm from
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I came to break you off and get some
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I came to let you know with no gun
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I came to represent where I'm from
From the back to the frente straight delinquente
[Verse 3]
Not the kingpin ask em all fool I thought I told ya
I'm just a little bolder than your average soldier
Staring at you psycho hey what's a huero loco?
Twisted out mental mad whacked in the coco
Never givin' up I got wisdom persistence
Two clips loaded in a glock for resistance
A flock of delinquentes steppin' through the silence
Mellow type of fellow still poised for the violence
O.G.'s on the left Sal's on the right
Blaxican warrior fuckin' up your blind side
Like the Hurra I'm coming O...F...F...
And I'm a rock a muthafucka till there ain't none left
[Chorus]
I came to represent where I'm from
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I came to break you off and get some
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I came to let you know with no gun
If you want some get some bad enough take some
I bring the real rock when there's none
If you want some get some bad enough take some
delinquent habits - lower eastside
In this little session of the promised land
where I lounge wit my homeys and i'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down to my side
sittin' in the ride
pop it in drive, i'm rolling through the east side
lower, slower, down for the dip
now hold up, check teh sound flip that bitch
there's a party goin' on swingin' all night long
they come from mile around to see me freak their flong
but if a sucka' wanna trip struttin' up beat
i got a gang of hounds to make 'em pop teeth
i now this crazy-ass fool, bringin' old sasson
i got the brass for your ass,
homeboy thought you knew that...
Chorus:
I got homeys on the south side
I know some vatos on the east side
some my homeys wanna g-ride
we're brining up the lower eastside (x2)
Los Delinquentes, trippin' up the place i hang
hey, it's the guera loco wit the way i swang
see i be rollin through this _____
and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mihand
es mi vida loca, i'm waistin my potential
funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals
lower rides, place between the 5 and the 91, north of Velandra
I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man
my name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha'fuck are you man?)
well, i'ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch
'cause the lower eastside's up in this bitch and...
Chorus
Well let me think now
what do i wanna play
i got some homeys a hop skip a jump away
where i can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?)
tengo familia all the way up in teh midwest
well let me come back around the grounds where i lounge
the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
that's where teh homeys will be kickin' it
(hey yo that's the N-double guera-5, isn't?)right
shh, escucha, here comes teh man
but i know these streets like the back of my hand
so while the swiney guy be lookin' around
i be flippin' a frown, as i pump my shi
because, the cuffs won't click
the charges won't stick
i wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick
there's nowhere you could ever take a drag boy
because i break putos of drive-bys
just a twist of teh cap from the 40 in my lap
wanna scrap we scrap
wanna blast i'm strapped
tell me...
chorus (reapeat 4x)
delinquent habits - return of the tres
Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed
Botella empty first ten rows annointed
The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed
Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed
Check in with Ives catch me squintin know why
I came be let my word fly keep the gleam in your eye
Con mucho drum roll on time let the horn blow
Gas to the pedal like metal at a Korn show
The rhyme rocka with a shit load of placas
Grab the mic and freak the rhythm till there's no more vavas
Still mi palabras fade all boo's and ha ha's
That includes all who go sissy la la
So do the cha cha rucca call me poppa
Huero came for action hun until manana
Down for hi-hat crash and whiplash
City nights bright lights and herb stash..
Chorus
Verse 2
Que ondas mucho arriba las manos
Gavacho, Moreno penetra tu barrio
Lacing you with rolas that will rock back frente
RRRRRR, Blacxican esto para la gente
Like chanclaso deep like fregadaso
Still got the Coke and Rum and flex the brasos
Then I hit you from a different angle
Leg sweep cheap shot bird s**t straight cop
Soy el twin pistollero guerrero don't be afraid of that
Matter of fact I got like 10,000 maniacs
In the crowd on a very good night
But keep it hype for a fraction of that to get the fery like that
Chronica en el aire todos quieren vile
Plus my sick Latin sty'le
Quile chuecko as they come
I could feel the drum don't know the words, well you can hum...
Chorus
Verse 3
Oye muneca ya mueve la cadera
Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas
Feel the beat kick hard como escopeta
Vatos on the prowl for the hoochie lookin fresca
All you delincuentes vengan para en frente
Haste para atras si tu eres muy desente
Cause I'm chueco bent contact the hierba
Lo que sera sera cuando yo vuelva
A little sontin gets your eyes burnt head turnt
Pupils tight back stiff and your neck hurt and then you exert
Check the vibe who got more freaky than Ives
I survive, dodgin hurra tryin to shoot I
So I mueva smooth creep and crawl
Take out another batch let it thaw and lace y'all
Won't take fall this here is winner take all
Trick take a flick of the click here to face y'all
Chorus
delinquent habits - sick syde drop
Chorus 2X
This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack
Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back
With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's
The type of stuff that even if you ain't smokin it's all that
[Ives]
It's 'bout the most love the most hard most tatted
Most mind scarred most taken for granted
The most underated remain the most creative
Rip rhymes like Bobo bang drums the most faded
See this right here is for those who gon ride
Have my back no matter how many vatos is outside
And yes y'all we got alot of em high
From the East to the West but all the Sick Syde
We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned
That's why smoke spit up out boca and cloud zone
I had a dream that it help the ozone
And also relieve mi tension when not home
Chorus
[Kemo]
Yo delinquentes man yo battle stations neva the fast lane
You know the stye you know the sound you know the name
My lyrics fly like projectiles in many styles
I've been making ends cuz I had to since I was juvenile
Everyday angel everyday Angelino
And everyday I pray my family my homies and primos
Delinquent to what's tight like MC's to teflon
They been wrong my story's long still I'm singin my song
For two days in the Valley shows got rocked non-stop
Delinquente seleccion Sick Syde Realm Psyclone
The venue nicely packed the crowd got blown back
The chips was nicely stacked hats off to all them cats
delinquent habits - the kind
[Ives]
Somebody said that there was bud here
I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here
You know that if I had some herbals you know that I would share
Ring the bells of Beijing and take you there, oh yeah!
Started with a rickshaw pulled by 6 women
Leather harness tightened embridled by all sin
Roll through terreno get treated like you was kin
Cause we all in the house again and want win
So take midnite spin come in I hope your feel fine
Just so you know I ain't takin yours to get mine
With seas and mountains the internet and real time
There's more than enough room for us all long as the sun shine
Chorus 2X
We got the stuff you want and want real bad
The kind that if you mamma turned it off and make you real mad
The kind that turns all frowns to smiles
The kind that turns full seats to full aisles
[Kemo]
Now you've been touched like Tony Toca, se vuelve loca
They jaws drop when they hear my Latin lingo boca
I represent the future things to come
A song not yet sung the pain not yet brung
Se admiran y me tiran cañonazos de lejos
Con mi estilo y espejos se parecen al chueco
Hueco en la maseta no pueden por eso cuelgan jeta
Dejo que se escapen no stopin a fuckin languera
The come in many caras en baras pasiwate
Olvidate de mi estilo amigo no te conviene
Quien viene, El Blaxicano que a dicho desde el principio
Que somos Delinquentes con yerba y dos pistos
Chorus
[Kemo]
Ya tranquilo chico, el mister listo dijo
Que este pleito homie no tiene chiste mijo
Cotorreando celebrando de nuevo kemando techo
Tokes para el pecho a los quates que fuman eso
[Ives]
All I wanted to do for ya
Was give ya'll voice so the whole world saw ya
So I took stage in California
>From the Sick Syde that's right we put it on ya
[Kemo]
Si no abuandan se espantan y corren como el coyote
Pero los veo yo en la noche con ojos tecolote
[Ives]
Yeah to the left side we will past the doche
Ridin most high to light up the noche
Chorus
delinquent habits - this is la
[Verse 1]
It's time to amount an enormous amount of muscle
Move in like 5th batalian while woofers gonna bring trouble
Que quieres a mia moving to make me a little somethin'
Won't catch me chasin' the dragon adrenelin got me pumpin'
Stop take a breath collect my thoughts
Release defenses and check senses
Pull jacks in dope spots
Puff boom muthafucka I swirve and hit the center
Hit it silver star style while others afraid to enter
Bravery in the battle homes I ain't no doubt
We stand alone usually we left the third click out
That's why we moved on cause mental spirits was gettin' broken
By some leech muthafuckas best kill em because we chokin'
Send a heat seeker to take a section of the industry
Not paranoia you really think they feelin' me?
I cut their finger from hand and cut their hand from wrist shit
Light another joint time to get lit
[Chorus 8X]
It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans
[Verse 2]
Now everybody checkin' the lingo you know I bringo
(Strong arm tactics) represento fresco raw through the weso
Y digo trucha con tususia cuando entro con el latin lingo
Collecting masa across the map like Desperado steelo
Now you can bust and I can bust but
Who got that gold in they clutch?
And I'm tremendo cuando prendo lenos down to the crutch
So if we hittin' la botella then let's gulp it all down
And if we hittin' yerba buena then let's smoke the whole pound
The LowerEast is back up in this muthakilla for realla
Los Delinquentes rifan todo Sur Califa I figure
My DNA is everlasting
[Chorus 8X]
delinquent habits - tres delinquentes
I freak my brazos hardcore down for cleek-hi
whose that enemeny pump through the speaker
bass gets to pumpin erooka's get to pumpin
who's that rap king gets the party stop jumpin
blasting through ha no need for the boo-ya
I hammer with the one knock the last shot through ya
Step to the crowd I feel the strain
dos chingazos in the moshpit feel for pain
so don't get in my way baby
because the guero loco hit me here to play baby
my shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest
tres delincuente's step into the madness
(horns)
Que ondas muchacho ahi vienes te miro
si me traes bronca me aloco de a tiro
me paro te tumbo, no es tu rumbo
y con el lingo tal vez te confundo
she stay 5 with the 5 foot 10
one blaxican once again with the cocktail pin
as I emerge from the deapths of the realm my son
i got the black gat fat track hope to run
otra vez ya lo ves in the crew somos tres.
one blaxican on the strong you won't test
hittin hard like and Aztec swift like a Zooloo
thats what its like when a pump shot through you
my manarism miled till the punks get piled
my number one assasin fits the mad funk style
me I play the back rode but I'm delinquente
this is how I freak it when I'm speakin to the gente
(horns)
watcha trucha calmate escucha
somos delinquentes tu no quieres lucha
freaky discs, sigo siendo el rey
O G freaks the beat the MARIACHIS play
fade it in snap on a essaw 10
produce de mas mojor oG style I can
freaky pumpin bass out the carro
oh gee he's got more boom boom than Charo
3rd is tres bring cuts to your face
hold down the nino with the penny to his waist
see all the style used to create
i got one turntable and its broke and in the way
(horns)
That's Spanish?
No, that wasn't Spanish that was English
No, uh uh, that, that was Spanish
(I don't know much english but this is pretty bad shit)
delinquent habits - wallah
[Verse 1]
Somebody's knockin' on the door somebody's ringin' the bell
Somebody's knockin' on the door and we got em all scared as hell
But you ain't gotta open up still I bust through
Like a Mac truck rollin' over them guts
En la back of la traila you know I got mis amigos
Los camaradas to these Lower EastSide Angelinos
Mis perros mi guardan
Muerden know ladran feel a seizure coming on if I sick em on ya
Soy Blaxicano Latino El Pistolero
Snatch a crown off the king and wipe it all on my huevos
Ankles I bust you best invest in a brace
I'm makin' moves shake and bake and then I eat the whole plate
I'm psyclone like a dog for his bone you take a piece of my pie
Well then it's on y va star cabrone
Cause when you're fuckingg with the bull it's the horns you get
I gotta pierce that epidermis when I go for your neck
(And I'm serio) a no lo crees pendejo te dejo
Patadon a los huevos cacheton a lo sesos
[Chorus 2X]
It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed
Underated still I wreck your main frame
It's mi costa wallah don't make a sah
I'm about to put it on ya I came I'm gonna
[Verse 2]
I'm tense nervous about my inside feelin'
But I still keep muthafuckas dancin' on the ceilin'
Watch the smoke rise Ives burned but still I
Floss Delinquente compound the real high
Fuego to leno leno to boca
Bird finger flippin' trippin' off the chota
Smooth with the west wind chest plate to vest in
I smoke a toke of mari to my chest in
I ain't violent mira I'm just a stoner
Rockin' Lower EastSide sunny Southern California
Flows start to rockin' if shit gets to poppin'
Bloody knuckle style moppin' if teeth get to droppin'
You could keep the style rockin with breakin' or loose lockin'
Even if the pigs come knockin' we won't be stoppin'
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Chale me vale madre you fuck around I'll pull a hale
Delinquentize todos Sur Cali
So sit back relax put on your head gear
Let me work this beat like an offic-ier
It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed
Underrated still I wreck your main frame
I be that one huero loco psyclone in la mente
Claimin el tereno feelin muy excelente
See last year I took it straight up to your frente
To penetrate your coco flexin con el huero loco
Back up on the scene to smash your pipe dream
You can run but you can't hide when my sac swings
See it's the pendulum cuttin' baby shake their but and
In fact tell you somethin' fool you ain't nothin'
[Chorus 2X]
delinquent habits - western ways
[Verse 1]
Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land
Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand
Some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road
And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode
I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver
Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River
See we poppin' worldwide West to East
Anywhere there's stomach acid in the belly of the beast
Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin'
In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin'
Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles
Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle
If there's one thing I've learned in my travels that's ironic
We all the same it's just we smoked different chronic
We are carnales homes it's like you didn't know
You're the reason I came I think it's time to flow
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I've been around in the game much longer than you can figure
All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger
The late-nite binges the all-nite party
Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi
Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family
Started in the West now to the East is where they're flyin' me
A first class ticket we flyin' overseas
Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany's breeze
Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon
Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam
Hit the skies again back home to my Califas
A little champagne the huero's high off the reefa
Let's take a little trip down south of the border
Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order
That's how it goes now I'm headed back home
Livin' on the road till my record sells gold
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
No matter how you see it now it's quite the same
You can tour with or for that platinum fame
I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that
I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash
Fame don't pay the bills that's on the real
Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal
I got all yall in my sights tonite
You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right
I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California
Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya
Passin' entrance aw you know
I can't fight it yo I think it's time we go...
[Chorus]
delinquent habits - what it be like
[Verse 1]
This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans
The ones that pumpin' up the party
Jump and shake your hands
And let your joint blaze smoke up and get a little higher
If the cherry goes out then relight the fire
Pump it up and do this swing for mine baby
Ives in the party ya'll time to get crazy
Swing it left swing it right swing it back and to the front ha
No takin' or the fakin' cause we givin' what you want ha
Pure bread born and raised the underground system
My recipes so ill you'll think I'm crazy if I list em
So I choose to freak it from the dawn till the light
To let you listen' hard to what it be like
[Chorus 2X]
What it be like tell me what it be like
What it really be like what it be like
What it be like tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like
[Verse 2]
I'm steppin' up back up straight up so delinquente
You won't be saying shit after I sock you in the frente
So what's it gonna be sucka what it be like?
As I descend from the trend every muthafuckin' night
And so I gotta keep the rhymes kinda funky you know
I'm still rollin' in the jacked up Chevy '64
You need to ease back sucka you need to pipe down
Delinquent type of hound is what you're gettin' from the realm
When I'm steppin' through the fog my dogs are kinda fatal
I'll swat you like a fly that's on my kitchen table
If another day ends still a new dawn breaks
And once again I'm droppin' shit upon this 2 inch tape
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
See this be like discussion of the facts
Over hip-hop chords
The Lower EastSide allow me kick the funk no fraud
See it's the third time for the Ives my news flash
No matter what I'm still gonna be the poor white trash
Diggin up and out the ghetto
Hard raised and rockin'
From backspinnin' from freakin' the beat and pop-lockin'
From early days I'm steppin' to battle like a vulture
It's all just a part of the hip-hop culture
[Chorus 2X]
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