作曲 : Bryant, Flores Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second War, that be the place where I do my dirt Kickin' doors, sellin' ****, only my God knows I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real ****** LSR, I kept it real from the ******' start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood is so dirty I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your j' s, your jacket, and your jewelry What the **** you on my block, if you aint cool with me You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life Low G, now I got to earn another strike Ghetto star, Greyhound is my ******' car Ghetto close, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far [Chorus: repeat 8X] Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika [Baby Bash] A maggets gon' be a magget, fagget's gon' be a fagget But if they want some static, I got an automatic This automatic, if I grab it Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket Looked at the wound and autographed it The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget And find a way to keep supporting my **** habit I get my **** dirt cheifed, the way I like it You disrespect the clik, puto I get excited My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie A Commodore, when I go to war so get down so I can touch you quickly No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot You **** with punks, that's why I don't **** with you Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' [Chorus]
作曲 : Bryant, Flores Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston Second War, that be the place where I do my dirt Kickin' doors, sellin' ****, only my God knows I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real ****** LSR, I kept it real from the ******' start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood is so dirty I kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want your j' s, your jacket, and your jewelry What the **** you on my block, if you aint cool with me You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind I caught you slippin' cause I heard that you dropped a dime On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life Low G, now I got to earn another strike Ghetto star, Greyhound is my ******' car Ghetto close, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far [Chorus: repeat 8X] Don't disrespect my mind - don't disrespect my clika [Baby Bash] A maggets gon' be a magget, fagget's gon' be a fagget But if they want some static, I got an automatic This automatic, if I grab it Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc Bullets blastin, but he had to have it from startin racket Looked at the wound and autographed it The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget And find a way to keep supporting my **** habit I get my **** dirt cheifed, the way I like it You disrespect the clik, puto I get excited My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie A Commodore, when I go to war so get down so I can touch you quickly No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot You **** with punks, that's why I don't **** with you Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin' [Chorus]
