Till The Casket Drops

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Toker] Till the casket, I won't stop, still on the block Ese and stay G the fuck up Hit switches on bitches and get the pussy wet No holding hands, no kissing, dick is all they get I keep it real ese, fuck a bitch of mines I ain't wasting my time, trying to hit them with no love Right is checking out time you got to go hoe Go looking out on the pussy, ese Toker got to roll Love me or hate me, I really don't give a fuck I get mines regardless you putos know what's up I keep a duffel bag full for a rainy day Who the fuck you think flood the streets of LA With that bomb ass flaking shit all you need is one hit I'm the one you motherfuckers need to get with Straight connected with the Colombian Cartel [?] and Juan Carlos who I met in jail [Hook: Klever] Till the casket drops, AK, and Glocks A Chevy ain't a Chevy unless the motherfucker hops I get my bang on throwing up my gang signs I like the pussy better when I hit it from behind Yeah I'm a foo, a motherfucking nut Trucha what you say, cause you will get got Like the homies in the pen smashing on foos South side pandilleros, giving putos the blues [Verse 2: Toker] Give me the money, the pussy, and I'm straight else I'mma keep the blue ragging for the numero 13 I'mma the product of my block and still fuck a cop I'mma a two strike felon and I ain't giving a fuck I'mma go out like the north Hollywood bank robbery foos I'mma make the front page, LA times, and the news Got to let the homies up in the pen see me Sitting back on them cells, watching this shit on tv I'mma keep banging till the day I die I put it down for pandilleros from crazy side I ain't changing my estilo, my estilo still the same up Fuck a radio jammer and fuck all you lame If you ain't keeping it real ese, shut the fuck up Stick to what you know and stay smoking them rocks This shit is for G's, lifers and dope dealers All the homies in the pen, natural born killers [Hook; Klever] Till the casket drops, AK, and Glocks A Chevy ain't a Chevy unless the motherfucker hops I get my bang on throwing up my gang signs I like the pussy better when I hit it from behind Yeah I'm a foo, a motherfucking nut Trucha what you say, cause you will get got Like the homies in the pen smashing on foos South side pandilleros, giving putos the blues [Verse 3: Toker] I'm one of a kind and like me there's no other You know you can't fuck with me, so don't bother I do what do, cause I pay my dues You don't like what I'm saying, little bitch fuck you You want to be like me and roll like I roll Check out my gang ese, next to me your a hoe There's nothing I do or say that you can do better Ask that bitch you with who gets the pussy wetter I ain't tripping ese, I'm just keeping it real Crack them legs wide open and I go with the kill I'm niece a gangbanger, I get my bang on I throw it up with my right and with my left, I hold a gun So run real fast, mister chulo man run Cause I'm known for blasting just to test my gun Mr. Pelon, cabron, I put on in your dome I keep up para eastside trece ese [Hook: Klever] Till the casket drops, AK, and Glocks A Chevy ain't a Chevy unless the motherfucker hops I get my bang on throwing up my gang signs I like the pussy better when I hit it from behind Yeah I'm a foo, a motherfucking nut Trucha what you say, cause you will get got Like the homies in the pen, smashing on foos, south side Panderos, giving putos the blues