Текст Lil Cuete – Real OG’s
Текст:
Yeah, come on
LC — KLG
D. Salas on the track
Lil Cuete:
And I been tellin’ you for a minute
Now that it is time that we take it over
Didn’t wanna listen, better pay attention
Runnin’ with the ak47 boyz
Now there is no competition
Lil cuete on a mission
And I’m back with a brand new bag
Comin’ with more flows than they ever had
Put your whole style in a body bag
The haters can go suck a dick if they’re mad
Cuz I don’t sweat haters I roll up a zag (roll up a zag)
Roll up a zag
Cuz I don’t sweat haters I roll up a zag
King Lil G:
Me & cuete smokin’
Some of the bombest weed in norwalk
I been drinkin’ trying to hustle
All of this weed, all this coca
Its that 2-11 gangsta flow
Beat the trial, the case is closed
Just escaped to mexico
Incase you wanna make some doe
My homies is catching them multiple cases
Then getting tatted all over their faces
Better be about that when I rep my hood
Kozme:
We smokin’ we drinkin’
We live on the scene
Only the real ones know what I mean
We ride or die everyday on these street
Mutha fuck my enemies ohh
I ain’t gotta show em what I got
Cuz I already know what you’re not
Find me on the block with a heat
Keep lying to yourself
Cuz you’ll never be a real og
King Lil G & Lil Cuete:
I put money on the green dot for my homies
I stay posted on the block for all my homies
I love purple kush, she loves purple kush
I been blazin way too fuckin’ much
Way too fuckin’ much
Cuete hit me up I’m on that 105
Glad the see him on the grind
Soldiers only multiply
Talkin’ guns, I’m holdin’ mine
Smoking weed call it ak47
We smoking weed call it ak47
Lil Cuete:
Best believe that I’m holdin’ mine
Best believe that I’m on the grind
Now that I ain’t on the run
You best believe that I ain’t lyin’
Smoke that weed
You ain’t man enough
Haters can’t get mad enough
KLG I think they had enough
Tried to bang on us
They ain’t bad enough
Tried to bang on us
They ain’t bad enough
KLG & LC go ahead & you can add it up
I’m loading bullets in my ak47
In my ak47
Kozme:
We smokin’ we drinkin’
We live on the scene
Only the real ones know what I mean
We ride or die everyday on these street
Mutha fuck my enemies ohh
I ain’t gotta show em what I got
Cuz I already know what you’re not
Find me on the block with a heat
Keep lying to yourself
Cuz you’ll never be a real og
Better pay attention
Better pay attention
Better pay attention
Better pay attention
