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What's up
just back up here in the studio dumping tracks
Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking
We gotta kick a track to tell these
How we live everyday in Dago
So why you bring that motherfucker in

That's what I'm about
gangsta funk
Some life funk
You know up Vicious
How we get high,
Just peep the ways of the

From the dark side of SD, you all me as the Sombra
Striking motherfuckers like a
Hold the fuck up if you think you're ride
With this money making hustler banging in the Westside
I die, I'm gonna be known
For busting raps, applying weed, and busting on my foes
In another state of mind, but can you blame a
I already made a million dollars and attended high school
I cool until a motherfucker tests me
Tripping of sensi, leave your messy, Smith and Wessy
let me sleep, she's quick to trip
On any motherfucker thinking he's creeping, no bullshit
So hit the joint, hold it in and pass it to the
Make a phony fool like it's his last breath
Fast death when you step out of
Straight out the 619 where gangsters keep it
At any time so check your nuts when you're five south
'cause the making schemes is what it's all about

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It's the one man bringing all the warfare
Come around my and feel the tension from the cold stare
when you come to the 619
Where motherfuckers do time for violent

I kick rhymes for the bangers, at these haters
Drink alize and smoke weed with players
Fakers better hide when they to the Westside
Another fallen victim to a
It's Mr. Shadow putting it for Beyond
I'm a motherfucking soldier, one word and it's on
Bring it on if you to
You better blast or your is gonna stop soon
Make room for the Mr. that one thug hurting like blisters
Watch as I blitz ya and hit ya, God ya
I to tell you little bitches not to test my skills
Now you're up the dentist for a new grill
Feel the when I storm like the rain
I smoke Mary Jane and I to gang bang
Hang my dogs, straight break laws
Take up all odds and on all frauds
When duty calls you that it's a must
To bust on any that you don't trust
on

x2]

Pay attention, don't interrupt or get on
Wicked San Diego is the city I come from
California, the is Golden
Thirty eight snub with hollow points is I'm holding
Smoking weed my lungs bleed, I need a breather
Underneath the seed I got a baggy of reefer
Leave a numb from the fumes
Of this drug that I abuse and that I need to use like
No clues to check me down, so stop
Hope you have a better chance of your lady getting poked
Ain't that a bitch, a little dog chasing own tail
It's on my little enemy the WT cartel
Clientele keep coming, Dago's wanted
For all the fucking drugs and those that I started
number one on the top ten fugitives
All because I with bald headed balling lunatics
Crucifix hanging from the view mirror
Oh the ride when we slide, I am superior

x2]

So that's the way it goes everyday in Dago
And if you can't take the heat stay the out of my city
You petty minded
We rules, and you fools
AP-10s, millimeters and 38-snubs bitch