Brownside - 4 My Banger'z 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 motherf**ers 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 k** f**in 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 a** fools What you got? Where you been Who the f** you know? You f**in levas ain't have a f**in thing to show But then again you wanna claim and call yourself a G Keep it real motherf**ers You putos wanna be me Nah nah nah ese I don't think so It takes more than a mic and a weak a** 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 k** Bill You can't f** with me No matter what you do Ese I started to sh** 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 f** up [Verse 2] Like I said f** a rapper and f** 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 f**in' ormiga I keep it White Tee Shirt Crease Khakis and Locs Corduroy levis is how you'll see Ese Tokes I don't f** with Sean Jones Rock or wear Fubu I don't sag I blue rag I thought you motherf**ers 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 f** 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 motherf**in 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 k** Bill You can't f** with me No matter what you do Ese I started to sh** 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 f** up [Verse 3] I'm second to none I'm the one with the gun I f** 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 f** 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 motherf**er you'll get sprayed If you come from out of town Keep your f**in door locked Cause you will get jacked By a Pelon with a Glock Stick em up Hands up motherf**er drop And empty your pockets And give me everything you got ANother puto shot f**in with the wrong block That's how we do it in my city we don't give a f** [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 k** Bill You can't f** with me No matter what you do Ese I started to sh** 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 f** up