a rider
from the western side of America,
Southern California where homies
know to just tear it up.
But you could catch me at
the beach though,
Fight those missing points
like Shaq missing free throws
Hydro shock hollow points
all up in the heat though,
If you want a trip I'll release those
Going on 12 years straight,
straight testing the time,
When it comes to this Latino shit
the west coast is mine
Matter of fact,
I'll take the whole damn thing,
And I ain't even tripping
on you no names
Still in the game, talking shit,
getting paid for it,
Soldiers on the side with me,
yeah they stay worried
While you sittin' home hatin',
homies stay talkin'
It takes a cost to be the boss,
they get the hate cause I'm young
They hate me cause I'm young
They fear me cause I'm brown
They hate me cause I'm brown
They hate me cause I'm young,
brown, and dangerous
They fear me cause I'm young,
brown, and dangerous
Ha ha, there's nothin'
but bloods in the gang now
I guess bein' a crip,
them got played out
A lot of people took
the safe route
Knowin' if they disrespect the brown,
they get laid out
And low riders gettin' played out
So I keep my two Impalas
parked in the playhouse
While the rest of these clowns breed
Chasin' homies on the side,
throwin' signs like a free mason
All about my mathematics
like a teen agent
Haters wanna see me leave high power
like a free agent
They see it's worldwide paper,
chasin' haters
Must be smokin' crack free basic
Cause we on top, it won't stop
Makin' that money, it never will flop
Haters be knowin' the flow of water,
line up every time it drop
Run up if you want the homies,
walkin' around with glocks
And every time we do a shoulder line,
it's still around the block
It's still in the game, talking shit,
getting paid for it
Soldiers on the side with me,
yeah they stay worried
While you sit at home hat ing,
homies stay toring
It takes the cost to be the boss,
they gotta hate cause I'm young
They hate me cause I'm young
They fear me cause I'm brown
They hate me cause I'm brown brown,
and dangerous
They fear me cause I'm young,
brown, and dangerous
This is dedicated to you
lames in the game
With no heart, no bite, and no bark
All flame and no spark
I'm a menace with a cold heart,
raise a blank stelo homie
The flow's sharp,
all about my dollar bills
You broke as fuck, you're poppin' pills,
drug addict stelo
Homie, you need to stop for real,
west coast criminal
Southern side original,
two million sold with high power
Yup, you feel me though,
haters on the sidelines
Haters lookin' silly though,
faggot ass hatin'
Motherfuckers lookin' silly bro
Rollin' up a Philly smoke,
light it up and take a toke
Haters leave you hangin',
might as well go and get the rope
You feel yourself through the fence,
feel you know
Flopped out motherfuckers
couldn't rap
to give themselves a hope
And so you need to find an exit
Why this shit don't sell?
I'm coming with the next
I'm still in the game, talking shit,
getting paid for it
Soldiers on the side with me,
yeah, they stay worried
Why you sitting home?
Hey, you homies stay tolerant
It takes a cost to be the
boss and get paid
They hate me cause I'm young
They fear me cause I'm brown
They hate me cause I'm young,
brown, and dangerous
They fear me cause I'm young,
brown, and dangerous
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