brownside – u don’t wanna c me lyrics
[verse 1]
you don’t wanna see me
you don’t want none
i’m the one
that keep you levas on the run
i’m the og in this game pendejos
next to me
you motherf-ckers are little hoes
eastside banger cocaine slanger
i’ll f-ck you up
like an abortion with a hanger
in other words i don’t f-ck around homie
you don’t wanna cross p-ss with me g
i been there done that
left putos on their back
now you can read r.ip. on their ?
i know i’m wanted
i know they still think about me
but that’s what they get f-cking with the 1-3
it’s in my blood
i thought you knew what i do
i roll with a gang not a f-ckin’ crew
check my criminal record
ask about me ese
motherf-ckers will tell you
i’m from that eastside trece
[hook]
you don’t wanna see me
you don’t want none
i’ll grab you by the throat
and pistol whip you with my gun
i’ll f-ck your mom
and call you my son
i’ll whip on your pops
and make his punk -ss run
so now what ese what you got to say?
you motherf-ckers should know by now
i don’t play i ak all day
make you b-tches pray
so get the f-ck out my way
and hope you live another day
[verse 2]
you don’t wanna see me
i’m your worst nightmare
i’m the one who makes you shit
in your underwear
i’m one of a kind
like a fingerprint
i keep it g’d up
next to me you’re a wimp
i’m bringin real shit back
so you can keep your bang on
keep your mothaf-ckin enemigas on the run
bangin music smashin on fools
ese tokes ain’t changing
ese i keep it old school
love me or hate me
i don’t give a f-ck
walk the walk ese
and talk the talk
i blue rag fool
that’s what the f-ck i do
white t shirt khakis and nike shoes
bald the f-ck up and black locs
64 chevy rollin’ 100 spokes
mr. g-ngb-nger not giving a f-ck
till the day i die i be throwing it up
[hook]
you don’t wanna see me
you don’t want none
i’ll grab you by the throat
and pistol whip you with my gun
i’ll f-ck your mom
and call you my son
i’ll whip on your pops
and make his punk -ss run
so now what ese what you got to say?
you motherf-ckers should know by now
i don’t play i ak all day
make you b-tches pray
so get the f-ck out my way
and hope you live another day
[verse 3]
there will never be another like me
from the 2-1-3 in la sc
from the age 15
in juvenile hall for a jale
had to run up on a fool
and load my gun up
did time in the system
and came home a g
49th street
is where i started slangin’ d
ran that mothaf-cker real tight
with the homies
ask about me ese
a lot of fools know me
ran a f-ckin muck
around the city
g-ngb-ngin selling dope
ese i was with it
went back to the pen
behind a punk -ss fool
and now i’m back giving putos the blues
that’s who the f-ck i am
that’s what i do
i’m as real as they come
ese true blue
you don’t like what i’m saying?
putos f-ck you
you don’t wanna see me
trust me fool
[hook]
you don’t wanna see me
you don’t want none
i’ll grab you by the throat
and pistol whip you with my gun
i’ll f-ck your mom
and call you my son
i’ll whip on your pops
and make his punk -ss run
so now what ese what you got to say?
you motherf-ckers should know by now
i don’t play i ak all day
make you b-tches pray
so get the f-ck out my way
and hope you live another day
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