Proper Dos - Caught Up In The Mix lyrics

[Verse 1: Frank V] Once again, I'm Caught Up In The Mix As if I didn't have enough problems with the tricks Doin' shows, makin' a grip But for every fan, there's two foos who talk sh** Sayin' how we ain't like that But they run like b**hes when we bust out the bat And start to chase that a** (that a**) I've never seen a vato run so fast The Heartbreaker, hit maker, Frank V is back Wanna find me foo? The West side's where I'm at Kickin' back, gettin' lit, not lit up I'm thinkin' back on the days when my name got hit up In and out of jail with bad luck A crazy little loco that didn't give a mad f** Which way the wind blew But if we caught you slippin', we were all up in you Then we made a record, you thought I lost my groove I'm still down to get a 'G' ride and make that move Get off the car and let the gat seen Should've been down with my team [Hook] Ernie G, Why don't you let the beat break? You should've been down with my team Ernie G, Why don't you let the beat break? You should've been down with my team [Verse 2: Frank V] I'll pack parties like a thrifty store Rhymes more dope than a '54 If you're a who*e, you'll say, "Do me, do me" And if i don't baby doll, you can sue me Pull me off stage and I'll take it in strive You can run but you just can't hide From the side that's wicked, I kick tough You think you got balls, I gots to call that bluff With the bang boogie, up jump the boogie Coming at that a** real fast like a lookie Now you're f**ing ducking from the red beam You should've been down with my team [Hook] [Verse 3: If you ain't down with Frank V, you getcha a** stomped on by the homeboys If you ain't down with Ernie G, you getcha a** stomped on by the homeboys If you ain't down with my town, you getcha a** stomped on by the homeboys If you ain't down with the brown, you getcha a** stomped on by the homeboys Tales From The West side, straight from the West Chavala got a bala in his muthaf**in' chest Should've wore a vest cuz now I'm on the prowl 3 strikes you're out but the 3rd was foul Cuz it got dropped to a misdemeanor, he called me a beaner I lost my head and the foo [?] It sold like a string He should've been down with my team But instead he decided to go the other route And like a boyscout, the foo went out I made him a wish it was just all just dream You should've been down with my muthaf**in' team