Lyrics

[Verse 1] Here I am once again ese Pinche Tokes Pandillero from that Eastside Trece Still trippin' on fools Still keepin it bangin' Steady checkin motherfuckers Cause my ears stay ringin I'm the one you fools wanna be like Not Tiger Woods, Lebron, Kobe Bryant Or Mike I keep it real blue steel And I shoot to kill Fuckin with me All you get is your cap peel I been there done that ese I pay my dues I got a criminal record To show you punk ass fools What you got? Where you been Who the fuck you know? You fuckin levas ain't have a fuckin thing to show But then again you wanna claim and call yourself a G Keep it real motherfuckers You putos wanna be me Nah nah nah ese I don't think so It takes more than a mic and a weak ass flow [Hook] I throw it up for my G's bangin Sur 1-3 I'm one of a kind, You putos wish you were me I keep it real blue steel Peel your cap for thrills Chop you up in pieces I go loco like Kill Bill You can't fuck with me No matter what you do Ese I started to shit And Ima finish it too I stay bangin for my bangers Who stay bangin for the block Puto I pay my dues you need to shut the fuck up [Verse 2] Like I said fuck a rapper and fuck the rap game fool I put it down for my G' So they have something to bump too And get there bang on And run up on enemigas Smash em and crush em like some fuckin' ormiga I keep it White Tee Shirt Crease Khakis and Locs Corduroy levis is how you'll see Ese Tokes I don't fuck with Sean Jones, Rocawear or Fubu I don't sag I blue rag I thought you motherfuckers knew? I don't wear bling bling or keep my fingers full of rings I rather twist up my money breaking up them things And hit the homies up who's holding down the block Who protect the hood making money selling rocks I'm a leader not a follow I set trends putos So get the fuck off my nuts And quit acting like hoes You wannabe levas you putos wannabe me But you don't got what it takes to be a motherfuckin G [Hook] I throw it up for my G's bangin Sur 1-3 I'm one of a kind, You putos wish you were me I keep it real blue steel Peel your cap for thrills Chop you up in pieces I go loco like Kill Bill You can't fuck with me No matter what you do Ese I started to shit And Ima finish it too I stay bangin for my bangers Who stay bangin for the block Puto I pay my dues you need to shut the fuck up [Verse 3] I'm second to none I'm the one with the gun I fuck with the big boys The ones who move tons What you know about that? What you got to show? I keep my stacks on fat Ask Mack-10 he knows Ain't nothing fake about me I'm from the 2-1-3 South Central LA Ese The City of G's Where we bang none stop Where we say fuck the cops Where we strape the bumpers Wheb the Low Lows hop The City O f Bangers Dodger Blue All Day You wear the wrong colors motherfucker you'll get sprayed If you come from out of town Keep your fuckin door locked Cause you will get jacked By a Pelon with a Glock Stick em up Hands up motherfucker drop And empty your pockets And give me everything you got ANother puto shot fuckin with the wrong block That's how we do it in my city we don't give a fuck [Hook] I throw it up for my G's bangin Sur 1-3 I'm one of a kind, You putos wish you were me I keep it real blue steel Peel your cap for thrills Chop you up in pieces I go loco like Kill Bill You can't fuck with me No matter what you do Ese I started to shit And Ima finish it too I stay bangin for my bangers Who stay bangin for the block Puto I pay my dues you need to shut the fuck up