This is Big Payaso from Canoga Parque
Kickin' back with the Southland Click
Come on homies, let's rip that shit
Come on holmes
If Sleepy Malo sees less I don't think nothing of him
They can ride fearless but if they leaving then fuck 'em
'Cause we got the skills to tighten our wheels
Come on and ask us how it feels turning down record deals
It's a crowd of entertainment entertaining for cash
Sleepy Malo, Mr. D, Lil' Crook, and Spank
Ese Bobby, C-O-A, and Lil' Shadow from Compton
So get up with Payaso, grab the game before it bounces
I be that Southland soldier, who wants to come and test?
It's true blue Sureño, you'll be the next
To end up with a bullet going straight through your chest
So come and battle the Lil' Shadow, you can't hang
You wanna bang, you can't bust a berry
I'm getting all in your sister's cherry, fool you looking scary
Looking side to side making sure Shadow ain't doing no drive by
Lil' Shadow from Compton
You, you, and you
Every last muthafucka talkin' shit'll be through
And if you want me to
We could start a war homie, I got nothing to lose
I said you, you, and you
Every last muthafucka talkin' shit'll be through
And if you want me to
We could start a war homie, I got nothing to lose
This just a slight presentation for all the listeners respect it
Mr. Siete and the Click provoking madness with method
You bet it's gangsta baby, you could diss it or love it
Got a pistol with some bullets and see bitches ain't nothing, come on
Now what would you do
If you could get with the label from this crowded of a crew, uh
Pitching perfect so you know we don't stop
Affiliated with the finest always making shit hot
My freestyle at the dome, C-O-A on the song
Coach told me represent it for the B 'cause I'm gone
Another gangsta beat to pull the wickedness above you
If you fucking with Southland then these eses can't touch you
You know how we ride when we roll with passion
In the Valley of Death is where the gangsta shit happens
What's cracking ese, you could rest in my pistols
Anybody trying to fuck with mine, they get realistic
So if you want me to
I'll bust a rap and you'll lie busting shots at your crew
You, you, and you
Every last muthafucka talkin' shit'll be through
And if you want me to
We could start a war homie, I got nothing to lose
I said you, you, and you
Every last muthafucka talkin' shit'll be through
And if you want me to
We could start a war homie, I got nothing to lose
I'm just kicking and drinking a muthafucking pisto
Bouncing on the streets in my muthafucking Chevy
I'm a heavyweight so I go 13 rounds
Proud and proud and I'm down with the fearless crowd
Know none of us ever bow down so when we come to your town
You know the rest, a bullet to your muthafucking chest
So fuck the rest, I'm the best, Ese Bobby
I got them blocks flooded with that 100 proof
Got it bumping in Coupes, I swear to tell the truth
Muthafuckas be phony out to tell lies
I'll make them thangs fly and send you to the sky
I'm crooked like that eye so muthafuckas like to hate
Watch me elevate and put some steak on my plate
I never fuck with them fakes, just them real homies
Quick to snap like adobe, homie don't you know me
Huh, Lil' Crook still putting it down, Southland baby
You, you, and you
Every last muthafucka talkin' shit'll be through
And if you want me to
We could start a war homie, I got nothing to lose
I said you, you, and you
Every last muthafucka talkin' shit'll be through
And if you want me to
We could start a war homie, I got nothing to lose
I really don't think you could fuck with this
Nothing but gangstas up in this mix
Bald head Mexicans not giving a fuck
Southland gangstas, ese now what
So many think they could rap but ain't about shit
Trying to spit like the Southland Click
But no ese, that would never happen
'Cause we be the hardest when it comes to rapping
I can't be faded
'Cause I'm an ese from the muthafucking streets
I heard you hate me but there would be no fire rap without me
Don't doubt me and don't believe what they say about me
And why you acting dumb, now everybody worried about where I'm from
Damn my bars are ending, just listen to my homeboy in the beginning
I can't be faded
'Cause I'm an ese from the muthafucking streets, Mr. D
