Buckshots Lyrics

[Verse 1]
12 o clock on the dot in Pomona
Ghetto bird looking down all up on us
It smell like marijuana everywhere I go
Ghetto boys in every corner pull up by the liquor store
Get it rowdy now its on and its scrappy
Don't try to break it up bro just let it happen
Believe me, you don't want to get in cross fire
Nowadays everybody passing from cross fire
Crazy street six piece everybody pass you
I don't even bank for everybody that be asking
But I done seen a lot of things
You can call it what you call it
You can think what you think
Lil bitch
It's CNG in this bitch
Two seat be the clique got em saying who this
Lil bitch
I got them saying he the shit
Don Saulo made the beat and he told me kill this
On the way
Because young C never play
If i say imma do it then I do what I say
On the way
One thing that i learned on dirty blocks and dirty hoods is to never hesitate
Ok ok Imma get it ok
Put it down on my mama Imma get it all the way
Every day all the way til they put me in the grave
Give a damn what they say tell them all I'm on the way
[Chorus]
f*ck out my face
I got enough problems living in the hood boy make no mistake
I try to keep my mind and body doing good but it seems like today
Motherf*ckers wanna talk wanna test
Boy make no mistake
The ghetto boy that was born in the gutter is what made me
[Verse 2]
Watch your back every time you take two steps Round here you never really know who's next
Pro club chevy 6 4s and pitbulls
And every time you throw in alcohol it's bad news
My 5th grade teacher told me I would always fail
My 8th grade teacher told me I'd end up in jail
She told my momma that she worried how I'm living
Kinda blurry how I'm living
Never thought that I would go prevail
All the doubt all the hate is what made me
All star cali boy 90s baby
Born and raised cold blooded on the daily
And if you wanna ask me how I'm living then it's crazy
Everywhere I go I gotta look left right
Front to back I don't trust him even if we tight
Trynna sweat it, you the brodie huh yeah right
On my momma you don't know me I might take flight
It's CNGizzy if you asking
Chucks pro club white t now thats fashion
Getting dirty with a boogie and a passion
And I done done lot of shit but this shit is it
What's happening what's happening get it on get cracking
What's happening what's happening put it on get active
Imma get it ok
On my momma put it down imma get it all the way
[Chorus]
f*ck out my face
I got enough problems living in the hood boy make no mistake
I try to keep my mind and body doing good but it seems like today
Motherf*ckers wanna talk wanna test
Boy make no mistake
The ghetto boy that was born in the gutter is what made me

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