Letras
Bobby Black
Let's keep it CTE
Down and Dirty
Bloods, Crips, Esses, Gangster Disciples, Vice Lords
Go and throw your hoods up
Bitches, women, sluts, hoes
Baby don't trip, go ahead and throw your hoods up
Bloods, Crips, Esses, Gangster Disciples, Vice Lords
Go and throw your hoods up
Bitches, women, sluts, hoes
Baby don't trip, go ahead and throw your hoods up
Listen nigga this a gangsta party
Homeboy set trippin' off of drinkin' Bacardi
We coastin' we ain't worried bout them girls too much
Snub nose, rolls gold, four fours and such
Man we live, we ride, coming from the East side
These guys, five deep, smashed up in the G ride
Homeboys throwin' signs up out the window
K up out the window aimin' for your kin folk
Set trippin' on any nigga that want a problem
The beam got a spot on 'em, the beam say I got 'em
Homie we'll get 'em any time of the week
1 Am, 2 am, make sure they don't sleep
We creep in the 'lac or the IROC
Tell 'em that we spot the enemy
Gotta let the semi hit 'em fifty times
Until his ass start leakin'
This is Young Rock yeah the west coast speakin' bitch
Bloods, Crips, Esses, Gangster Disciples, Vice Lords
Go and throw your hoods up
Bitches, women, sluts, hoes
Baby don't trip, go ahead and throw your hoods up
Bloods, Crips, Esses, Gangster Disciples, Vice Lords
Go and throw your hoods up
Bitches, women, sluts, hoes
Baby don't trip, go ahead and throw your hoods up
With the clip hanging out just put a body on it
Got some hot hollow tips for anybody who want it
It's too big to carry in so put it in the trunk
Valet park my shit homie right in the front
Fuck these old niggas I'm my own boss and I mean that
Can't tell me about it if you never even seen that
Twelve gauge with the air holes on the barrel
I hit blocks and bust buck shots everywhere