Dominator (Central Coast Clique) - Leva, Leva, Leva, Leva Die lyrics

[Dominator] Leva, leva, leva, leva Leva, leva, leva, leva [Verse 1: Tee Dre] You better run for Cover motherf**ers and think of somethin' fast Before you end up just another b**h who couldn't last Ain't no games, to be played, unless you ready for some combat It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun Got me hopin' and prayin' that I don't end up the next one Don't make me unleash a couple rounds, just to let you know This little motherf**er ain't afraid to unload Dumpin' shells all over the street, steady servin' heat Til I'm the only soldier just standin' on my feet I'm really tryin' to make this situation very clear Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear Now we can handle this confrontation, any way you want Just as long you don't act like a b**h or a c*nt I must admit there's absolutely no respect for those who fake it So hold on tight, to your life, cause we just might have to take it Locked and loaded, fully automatic, just in case Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points all over the place Ready to rumble, (???) of ammunition Prepare to brutaliate any competition Chorus: Dominator Leva, leva, leva, leva Leva, take a bullet in the eye Leva, leva, you're gonna die From the 805, to the 619 Leva, leva, leva, leva Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine Leva, leva, you're gonna die Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time [Verse 2: Dominator] A rough motherf**er from '75 A down a** Mexican, I'm still alive Corazon in the heart as steel, motherf**er Flowin' on the mic, ain't no big deal Because I'm down for mine, I'll rob a puto blind Take his life, holmes, I don't waste time We won't have the time to drop a dime on me The A-R-T, the motherf**in' T Another mission, so I'm on the run The one I got But I had to take your life with a gun k**in' motherf**ers just ain't no thing If I ain't gonna do it He's gonna die anyway From a g**n (Gangbang) Or a drug thang (Drug thang) Swept off his feet From a coke slang Who of my partners gonna die next Either torcherd in hell, as if they havin' a rest Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Lil' Rob] Lil' Rob comin' back to haunt ya What you got to Say about, what you did to me, you gotta be kiddin' me Bullsh**in' me I can give a f** about your vida Your better believe you'll meet the Nine millimeter So be a Walking dead man, until I arrive Cap, stingin' your a**, like you were playin' with a bee hive Look behind you What you find? My Mind's on your murder, when your murder's on my mind All the time I Tried to think about somethin' else But I see the murder in you, would k** off a motherf**in' self And I don't Think it's time for me to go Cryin' When it's time for me go, I won't go quiet Soundin' like the 4th of July when I die Or maybe World War II As I drop the f**in' bombs on you What the f** you gon' do Lil' Rob be the f**in' baddest Mexicano with the baddest, leavin' you levas in a casket Repeat Chorus Twice [Dominator] Leva, leva, leva, leva Leva, leva, leva, leva