Casey Veggies - Always Into Something (L.A. Leakers Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] 100 miles and runnin' Always into something Yelling f** the police Like I'm straight up out of Compton Real n***as don't die Appetite for destruction Just a n***a with an attitude Always into something [Verse 1: Kurupt] Stampede on stomp, mash smash out Cashing and taking motherf**ing cash out Hit double time switches pushing gla** house See the b**h like the garbage, take the trash out [?] dear mama , here I come, Osama [?] Big Snoop, [?] Casey with the suit cases filled with llamas In the car banging like a house party Blowing out the speakers with the L.A. Leakers Get fat burgers just to get a meal And if a n***a trip I'mma shoot to k** Ice cubes in my drank, I k** at will Wish a n***a would cause a n***a will Jump off with the sickle cell nickels? Spray off always into something dumpin', looking for a n***a Now I got 'em [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] [Verse 2: Stalley] Still got impalas on eights, coupe riding with case Smoke a blunt with Kurupt, lettin' the chevy move ba** Got the two on the waist, Jordan eights on the pedal Ridin' down the [?], showin' love to the ghetto n***as thought i was west cause I'm on the [?] with n***a On the town front 'em swap meet with the Compton Crips I get love out there from the hills to the strip But I'm a mid-west n***a, don't mistake that ish I'm authentic to my pearly whites, never bite and sh** So all that heckling and loose talk, get tightened quick I'm from the bloodline of hustlers, bow tie and pricks Gentleman services, million dollar fence Rottweilers and pits, loud bops on the corner Every n***a did juvie before they get the diploma Stay runnin' from cops cause they now they pop on us Most of mothers are single and most of fathers are stoners And we coming from nothing, so we [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Ridin round, round we go , I get around Tryna make a dollar outta a dime right now The illest youngin' outta LA in a minute Working down the 4, come home, I give it the business If I give a f** about a chick I be broke Kurupt in the studio off them moon rocks we smoke Cops pull me over, they want my license revoked I pull up in that Bimmer, give the young n***as hope California weather, I swear it's so amazing In my own city it feel like a vacation Real west side, n***a, and I hate waiting All we know is hustling, gettin to the paper They show me love every time I come around I'm always into something, need to slow it down I'm gettin' older now, man, I'm really growing now Man in my city like the mayor how I roll around [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]