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brownside - till the casket drops lyrics

[verse 1: toker]
till the casket, i won’t stop, still on the block
ese and stay g the f-ck up
hit switches on b-tches and get the p-ssy wet
no holding hands, no kissing, d-ck is all they get
i keep it real ese, f-ck a b-tch of mines
i ain’t wasting my time, trying to hit them with no love
right is checking out time you got to go hoe
go looking out on the p-ssy, ese toker got to roll
love me or hate me, i really don’t give a f-ck
i get mines regardless you putos know what’s up
i keep a duffel bag full for a rainy day
who the f-ck you think flood the streets of la
with that bomb -ss flaking sh-t all you need is one hit
i’m the one you motherf-ckers need to get with
straight connected with the colombian cartel
[?] and juan carlos who i met in jail

[hook: klever]
till the casket drops, ak, and glocks
a chevy ain’t a chevy unless the motherf-cker hops
i get my bang on throwing up my gang signs
i like the p-ssy better when i hit it from behind
yeah i’m a foo, a motherf-cking nut
trucha what you say, cause you will get got
like the homies in the pen smashing on foos
south side pandilleros, giving putos the blues
[verse 2: toker]
give me the money, the p-ssy, and i’m straight else
i’mma keep the blue ragging for the numero 13
i’mma the product of my block and still f-ck a cop
i’mma a two strike felon and i ain’t giving a f-ck
i’mma go out like the north hollywood bank robbery foos
i’mma make the front page, la times, and the news
got to let the homies up in the pen see me
sitting back on them cells, watching this sh-t on tv
i’mma keep banging till the day i die
i put it down for pandilleros from crazy side
i ain’t changing my estilo, my estilo still the same up
f-ck a radio jammer and f-ck all you lame
if you ain’t keeping it real ese, shut the f-ck up
stick to what you know and stay smoking them rocks
this sh-t is for g’s, lifers and dope dealers
all the homies in the pen, natural born killers

[hook; klever]
till the casket drops, ak, and glocks
a chevy ain’t a chevy unless the motherf-cker hops
i get my bang on throwing up my gang signs
i like the p-ssy better when i hit it from behind
yeah i’m a foo, a motherf-cking nut
trucha what you say, cause you will get got
like the homies in the pen smashing on foos
south side pandilleros, giving putos the blues

[verse 3: toker]
i’m one of a kind and like me there’s no other
you know you can’t f-ck with me, so don’t bother
i do what do, cause i pay my dues
you don’t like what i’m saying, little b-tch f-ck you
you want to be like me and roll like i roll
check out my gang ese, next to me your a hoe
there’s nothing i do or say that you can do better
ask that b-tch you with who gets the p-ssy wetter
i ain’t tripping ese, i’m just keeping it real
crack them legs wide open and i go with the kill
i’m niece a g-ngb-nger, i get my bang on
i throw it up with my right and with my left, i hold a gun
so run real fast, mister chulo man run
cause i’m known for blasting just to test my gun
mr. pelon, cabron, i put on in your dome
i keep up para eastside trece ese

- brownside lyrics

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