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What's up
We're just back up here in the dumping tracks
Hard tracks, soft tracks, tracks, weed smoking tracks
We gotta kick a track to these motherfuckers
How we live everyday in Dago
So why don't you bring motherfucker in

what I'm talking about
Some gangsta
Some everyday life
You know up Vicious
How we get high,
Just peep the of the sick

From the side of SD, you all know me as the Sombra
motherfuckers like a cobra
Hold the up if you think you're gonna ride
With this young making hustler banging in the Westside
Till I die, I'm gonna be
For busting raps, weed, and busting caps on my foes
In another state of mind, but can you a fool
I already made a million dollars and never high school
I keep until a motherfucker tests me
Tripping of sensi, leave your messy, Smith and Wessy
Won't let me sleep, quick to trip
On any thinking that he's creeping, no bullshit
So hit the joint, hold it in and it to the left
Make a fool feel like it's his last breath
Fast death when you step out of
out the 619 where gangsters keep it live
At any time so check your nuts when you're five south
'cause the money making schemes is what it's all

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

I kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these
Drink alize and smoke with true players
Fakers hide when they come to the Westside
fallen victim to a homicide
It's Mr. putting it down for Beyond
I'm a motherfucking soldier, one word and it's on
it on if you want to
You better or your heart is gonna stop soon
Make room for the Mr. that one thug fools like blisters
Watch as I ya and hit ya, God bless ya
I tried to tell you little not to test my skills
Now you're calling up the dentist for a new
Feel the pain when I storm the rain
I smoke Mary Jane and I love to bang
Hang with my dogs, break laws
Take up all and unload on all frauds
When calls you know that it's a must
To on any motherfucker that you don't trust
on

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

x2]

So that's basically the way it goes everyday in
And if you can't take the heat stay the out of my city
You petty motherfucker
We break rules, and you
AP-10s, nine millimeters and bitch