King Lil G - 18 Street lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Eighteen motherf**ers We gonna ride on you b**h made motherf**ers like this Can't handle this! [Hook] Eighteenth Street, it's full of motherf**ers k**in' enemies All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride La-lalala-la-la-la-la [Verse 1: King Lil G] I let loose all these motherf**ers, regular mash Packin' heats under car seats, looking for temps And really f** any motherf**er who ain't with it Eighteen Street 1-0-6 is everybody k**a We roll with the [?], hundred clicks Deeper than a motherf**er Can't nobody f** with this Can't you see? We unstopabble Cycos droppin' bodies son, it's logical That all these punk b**hes is my enemies We ride for the cause and walk on the top, most wanted We droppin' the dust for the ones we lost, we wrote it Don't test the BEST, so the homie don't get in your chest punks Minorities are dying first, f**ing with us Inglewood One Eight Street set f** a little twat and a b**h maypeck! Who wanna die next? We real, explicit listening For a minute, and this one is goin' out for my motherf**ing dog, Wicked! [Hook] Eighteenth Street, it's full of motherf**ers k**in' enemies All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride La-lalala-la-la-la-la [Verse 2: King Lil G] Dealin' with a motherf**ing One Eight gangster Will get you blasted so fast, and no one is gonna save you The notorious and untouchable, that's what the label was Cause we heartless, banging daily and we ain't afraid to bust What's really goin' on? Give me some hard liquor I'm feeling kinda lost, my dog Shaggy's gone Another soldier, I tip it out for you boy Real Tiny Devil so the payback is [?] Gangster sh**, from the land of the six Can't forgive to these motherf**ers, rest in sh** I'm a mierda seca k**er, f*ggetas die too Lookin' out for hersheys, b**hes when I find you I roll with the BEST and nothing but the BEST Dieciocheros, Tiny Dub ciento seis Man I'm real with it, set trippin', tripple sixin' k**in' these motherf**ers who get caught slipping [Hook] Eighteenth Street, it's full of motherf**ers k**in' enemies All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride La-lalala-la-la-la-la [Verse 3: King Lil G] To get back to the spot where the homies chill Nobody pa**es through the hood cause 1-0-6 is on the k**, got it on lock Everytime it's a front page Eighteen Street is on a motherf**ing rampage We on the look, cause it's not only my click It's the S.C, Hoover Locos and the Hollywood 7th and Broadway, Shatto Park, Players click And the Grandviews, Rimpau 42nd quickly comin' to blast you Can't forget about the Smiley Drivers too, slob k**in' Motherf**ers with the big One Eight tattoos Colombia Little Cycos, Red Shield Boys, Weezer 61st Locos and The Five Fours, King Boulevard, Wicked Gangsters O.C Malditos, Palos Verdes Vegas, my motherf**ing dogs Is way too hard, got it sold up, Little Locos Rancho Park! [Bridge] That's right motherf**ers Westside Eighteen Street motherf**ing gangsters You can't f** with it, b*atch Hahaha Yeah... [Hook] Eighteenth Street, it's full of motherf**ers k**in' enemies All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride La-lalala-la-la-la-la [Verse 4: King Lil G] I'm a worldwide dealing motherf**er with my two nines Hitting motherf**ers if they f** with mine Eighteen Street 'till the day that I die, f** you motherf**ers! Westside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies Southside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies Eastside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies Northside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies! [Bridge 2] That's right, this is dedicated to all you b**h a** motherf**ers You know who you are, no matter what you do b*atch You can't f** with that Eighteen Street thang [Hook] Eighteenth Street, it's full of motherf**ers k**in' enemies All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride La-lalala-la-la-la-la [Outro] Everybody k**a, everybody k**a Haha, west side, yeah No matter what you do b*atch You know you can't f** with this Eighteen Street gang This one goes out for my dogs in the block You know who's in the house Lil Serio, nutty a** motherf**ing Dopey Yeah boy, Bam Bam, Lil Shadow, Boxer, straight lunatic motherf**er, West Coast b*atch! That's how we do it Too deep for you b**h made a** b*atches Let them go... Eighteen Street!