Uh, yeah, yeah, what you know about that?
Uh, yeah, Eastside, one, two, that's right
You know we mobbin' through that Eastside ghetto
Got a primo named Wado, got a fine bitch named Cello
And she a model, slow, got a Silverado
I got a Tahoe, big daddy smoked the Pommelinos
Like they was try-holes, and I know
Eat some big ballin', that's Chicano, Gambinos
Come on, got a pocket full of Cinos
And we know, Tony G up at the casino
Probably sockin' up them little Chinos, 50 G's on
Big up home, that's the butter for my lobster
It ain't easy bein' a motherfuckin' mobster
My homie Bugsy don't even need that Lincoln Navigator
I want all the money, * all you bad haters
Black leather gloves and my pin cane
Gangsta brim hat and some cocaine, slow pain
Seagull in the 83 Regal
Chicano, Gambino, Latino
It ain't easy bein' a mobster
It ain't easy bein' a motherfuckin' gangster
We be mobbin' through your hood, because we some pranksters
And if you ever want a trip...
...I guess you see...
...You can't * with these, because we some real OGs
It ain't easy bein' a motherfuckin' gangster
We be mobbin' through your hood, because we some pranksters
And if you ever want a trip...
...I guess you see...
...You can't * with these, because we some real OGs
Yo soy el perro, callejero, el guerrero
Y sin el fuerte soy el...
olis.
...Mero, merol
Pa'l dinero
Me los quebro a huevo, soy bajero, por el peso y la plata
El juez te mata a la brava, así les llego, no soy ciego
Bien vivo, el efectivo, estilo frío, el mundo es mío
Marihuana, chicano, campino
I'm running through crews like a little kid with new shoes
And headlines on the channel, two news, say that
Two MCs got slayed at 5-2-4-0
Cogswell, no trail, lead to the killer
My rhyme millimeter uses lyrics for shells
I'm the death wish fulfiller, see if my trigger
Don't get squeezed fast, this Latino Gambino's putting six in your ass
Abre la puerta, me puta, watch this, cubano scorching
All you pump motherfuckers need to get off the porch
A este cubichano yo me roncan los cojones
Me levanto a hacer dinero y a romper los malicones
My feel show is mi estilo, my steez is like a got it
Don't trip, I got my niggas slow, get ready
We're on the road, we're on the road, we're on the road
With the shawty, all my comrades over here, they be chicano Gambinos
I be cubano Latino, bow down to the padrino
I'm busting out, locking up, Rick James ain't trapped
New gear, new kicks, and a big fat sofa
The bomb, that's a smelly aroma
Rollin' high with the big dogs here, homestorm
Fresh from Sinaloa, it's the cola that's so real
My homies call them homies when they dip them shits in Clios
Stabbing after my connect, out in Chino
Chicano Gambino Latino
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It ain't easy bein' a motherfuckin gangsta
We be moppin' through your hood
Cause we some pranksters
And if you ever want a trip
I guess you see
You can't * with these
Cause we some real OG's
It ain't easy bein' a motherfuckin gangsta
We in this motherfucker
My homie Big Capone put it down
Chicano Gambino's
Latino Gambino's
We making all the noise
All you fools on the other side
We representing the east side and the west side
We representing the money side
The homeboy Nino B
The big homie Frost
Mellow man motherfucking ace
The homeboy G
This ain't ALT
And I be the one and only, incredible
Baby OG, slow pang
Lil Don Juan
Tony G, motherfucker, that's right
We ain't bumping and bobbing our heads for nothing
I can't forget my homeboy
What up, babe?
My homeboy, the east side
Big Capone
We running *, bitch