Central Coast Clique - Gangsta sh** lyrics

[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