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

That's I'm talking about
Some funk
Some everyday funk
You know what's up
How we get high,
Just the ways of the sick

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 gonna
this young money making hustler banging in the Westside
Till I die, I'm be known
For busting raps, applying weed, and caps on my foes
In another state of mind, but can you a fool
I already made a million dollars and never attended high
I keep until a motherfucker tests me
Tripping of sensi, leave your messy, Smith and Wessy
Won't let me sleep, she's quick to
On any motherfucker thinking that creeping, no bullshit
So hit the joint, it in and pass it to the left
Make a phony fool feel like his last breath
Fast death you step out of line
Straight out the 619 where keep it live
At any time so check your nuts when heading five south
the money making schemes is what it's all about

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

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

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Pay attention, interrupt or get jumped on
Wicked San Diego is the city that I from
California, the is Golden
Thirty eight snub hollow points is what I'm holding
weed till my lungs bleed, I need a breather
Underneath the I got a baggy full of reefer
Leave a motherfucker numb from the
Of this drug that I abuse and that I need to use shoes
No to check me down, so stop hoping
Hope you have a better of finding your lady getting poked
Ain't that a bitch, a little dog it's own tail
It's on my little enemy the WT cartel
Clientele keep coming, Dago's wanted
For all the drugs and those riots that I started
Charted one on the top ten fugitives
All because I roll with bald headed balling
hanging from the rear view mirror
Oh the ride when we slide, I am superior

x2]

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