Lyrics

[Verse 1: Toker] I had to bounce back Ese the game needs me Motherfuckers nowadays forgot all about the G shit Fuck that I gotta bring it back homie Gotta put us on the map like before G I took a long vacation thinking everything was cool But the homie Snoop called and said (Ese we need you) You gotta bounce back And let these fools know what's up You gotta bring that G shit back to the block You know what he was like We got levas fucking up the game Shits fucked up now, shit ain't the same I gotta bring it back, for the homies in the hood In Tokes they trust like I knew they would I still got the same stilo, still do the same shit Till the casket Drops ese is the day I quit I Throw it up none stop. I don't give a fuck I represent my homies, I represent my block [Chorus: Klever] Hell yeah ese, let'em know what's up Bring it back to the block so we can kick it non stop Bring it back to the good ol' days like before Bring it back when motherfuckers used to dress hardcore Fuck these fake ass punk motherfuckers Let a G be a G, and a sucka be a sucka Keep it real Ese , if not shut the fuck up Before you catch some led out my 9 mill Glock [Verse 2: Toker] Ese Snoop Gracias for pulling me back I gotta run around town putting fools on check They gotta get it right, If they wanna represent So por favor shut the fuck up If you fools can Let the real deal handle his biz with the steel And I promise to be good ese, I promise not to kill The game is fucked up, so let's get it right We can do it however , Meet my left and my right I'm with it. hell yeah Motherfuckers know what's up We can chunck'em or whatever We can make'em go pop-pop That's how I roll ese That's what I do I got homies down with it, Puro Eastside fools Down to the fullest loco down for whatever From the homies on 28th ST,To my little bro Klever Throw it up homie,Yeah we don't give a fuck You wanna test the waters, ese yeah good luck [Chorus: Klever 1] Hell yeah ese, let'em know what's up Bring it back to the block so we can kick it non stop Bring it back to the good ol' days like before Bring it back when motherfuckers used to dress hardcore Fuck these fake ass punk motherfuckers Let a G be a G, and a sucka be a sucka Keep it real Ese , if not shut the fuck up Before you catch some led out my 9 mill Glock [Verse 3: Toker] I'm not saying I'm the baddest Motherfucker around But keep it real, If you wanna represent the brown Keep it G for the homies in the streets or in the thing Keep it G for all the homies doing time in the pin Trust me ese your number will come up And Imma be the first one to call you a fucking bluff I can name, names but fuck giving you fame You know and I know you're a fucking lame You wanna go against me Ese just let me know So I can tell you where I been and how I ran the show I know real G's,real pintos, real pelones If you know who they were, you'll shit your calzones.(Haha) Let's just leave it at that Cuz I don't want to scare fools I'll tell you this much, Ese Tokes got pulled Hell yeah and it's like that I got real motherfuckers, real G's that got my back [Chorus: Klever ] Hell yeah ese, let'em know what's up Bring it back to the block so we can kick it non stop Bring it back to the good old days like before Bring it back when motherfuckers used to dress hardcore Fuck these fake ass punk motherfuckers Let a G be a G, and a sucka be a sucka Keep it real Ese , if not shut the fuck up Before you catch some led out my 9 mill Glock