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Brownside - Do or Die lyrics
[Chorus] Gangster life in the city You know it's hard to stay alive Because we gotta do or die, ooooh Gangster life in the city You know it's hard to stay alive Because we gotta do or die, do or die, do or die I roll around with big straps, I like to bust caps Make money, hit the pussy, and bomb ass raps I be in San Bernardino like a motherfuckin nut All these fools wanna kill me, and bitches wanna fuck Damn, but I ain't trippin and shit I got a fuckin calico with a hundred round clip And at my pad, I got this fine ass bitch Long hair, big booty, with some big ol tits I don't be fuckin around because I ain't no joke A crazy motherfucker blowin indo smoke Cuz it's me, Danger, I'm chillin like a vilain Smokin chronic, fuckin bitches, and I'd like to do a killin In my crazy ass hood it's an everyday thang Eastside Trece is my motherfucking gang Hang, gettin paid, fucking all these hoes Letting everyone know that we some fuckin criminals [Chorus] I remember growing up in my crazy ass hood Now it's time to put it down to make this shit understood Simon loco, I think it's time to roll I got my homies down with it, and the rest in control 13 ST, IUC, from the 213 all the way to SB It's a do or die in the streets where I'm from Eastside South Central's where the petho pason 24 non-stop, you gotta carry your gun Black and white, hitting corners but to me that's all fun Rollin in the truck, got the glock sellin rocks On the block, and I'm not givin a fuck Gotta make that green anyway you can And I'm that Brown motherfucker with the master plan So you better not slip, cuz I'm lookin for a jack So if you putos see me coming, loco go for your gat [Chorus] 1-3, here comes even more My motherfuckin homies breakin down he door Talkin bout, who we gonna kill, and grab your gun We gonna kill some fuckin mejos just to have some fun My homies catch you from the front, I creep and crawl from the back Punk you for your sack, and peel your fucking cap back Insane in my brain, cuz I'm straight do or die Dope money, fucking bitches, and I keep on getting high Straight gangster flow, now you know, here I go Creepin, hittin switches, bumpin, riding low Danger sittin shotgun, Crook's rollin up one Got the rag-top down in this hot ass sun Rollin, by the park we go Hittin corners through the hood puffin on some indo It's an everyday thing in the city where I'm from Tryin to do right, but always end up doing wrong [Chorus til fade] |
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