[Verse 1]
Triple C clique droppin' somethin' to bump
Just giving you a taste of the Central Coast f**
See it's time to ride, Imma take you city wide
Cause my verse is flowing trough the wicked southside
From the 8-0-5 to the 2-1-3, puttin' it down
See alot of Triple C
Dedicated to my homies every wagon stone
Dedicated to the hoes that love to flow
Cause I love to drop the sh**, the sh** will make you ill
Stayin' true to my game, and my game is truly real
Real uh? Real hard and fast
Pa**ing fony clique's like a thing of the past
See, were coming up smooth, with the gangsta groove
Just layin' it down, without a thing to prove
So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that a** lit
Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta sh**
Chorus 2x:
Can't get enough of that gangsta sh**
Triple C, steady droppin' hits
Can't get enough of that gangsta sh**
f** with us, and get a busted lip (b**h)
[Verse 2]
Teerin' it up? naw the same old sh**
Another hit comin' from the clicka Central Coast Clique
Walking down the street's blowing motherf**as up
Your talking much sh**, and you can't get enough
Pissed off cause a rhymin' every time
Not once in a while, but on every line
Mixing, rhyming, is every thing to me
1-3 style, won't rap for free
I do it my way, Central Coast way, all the way
To see if another mexicano rapper makes my day
f**in' it up on the microphone, stutt-stuttering anything
Better leave that sh** home, and take a lesson from mexicano's that know
How to drink down, smoke, and f**ing flow
So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that a** lit
Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta sh**
Chorus 2x
[Verse 3]
From city to city, block to block
Buster dropped, to the sound of my Glock
Just letting all you putos know
You gotta slow your roll, and start a gangster kinda stroll
When you live in the Central Coast, the sh** is all good
But being Mexican, I miss understood
So I use my verse to get my point across
The Central Coast Clique, you down, or get tossed
It's a motherf**ing family
Triple C, and that's the way it's gotta be
Keep dropping hits and taking toast's
Drinking sh**, and pumpin' out smoke
Dropping sh** up on whatever you do
For whatever you do, keep your f**ing game true
So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that a** lit
Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta sh**
Chorus 2x
[Verse 4]
It's somethin' about the Central Coast sound, huh?
Feelin' the beat when we get down
Flowin' to a motherf**ing b-a-sh**
If you got no rhythm, then you might as well quit
Step off the mic and off stage, and while your at it
Check at the crowd and check the guage
f**ing it up like we always do
Some down a** homies and your damn a** crew
So keep your a** off the mix, b**h
Or you'll find your self in another f**ing fix, b**h
Fony motherf**er, studio gangsta
Little trick a** b**h, motherf**ing ranker
I never told a lie when I'm flowing on the mic
Your daddy is a queer and your mama is a dike
So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that a** lit
Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta sh**
Chorus 2x