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brownside - 4 my banger'z lyrics

[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 motherf-ckers
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 k!ll
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 -ss 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 motherf-ckers
you putos wanna be me
nah nah nah ese
i don’t think so
it takes more than a mic and a weak -ss 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 k!ll bill
you can’t f-ck with me
no matter what you do
ese i started to sh-t
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 b-mp 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 motherf-ckers 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 motherf-ckin g

[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 b-mpers
wheb the low lows hop
the city o f bangers dodger blue all day
you wear the wrong colors motherf-cker 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 motherf-cker 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

- brownside lyrics

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