[Intro: Lil' Keke Loco]
Yeah, it's on in the year '93 (Yup)
Niggas ain't knowin' (Some niggas got to die... here we go)
Fuck Bustas on Wax, y'know what I'm sayin'? (Fuck 'em)
Y'all niggas ain't even real wit' that shit, y'know what I'm sayin'? (Marks)
Niggas riskin' they life to make this shit, you know what I'ms ayin', tryna get paper
Spittin' this real shit
Y'all niggas come "flossin' the game" tryna get y'all little cut, mark ass niggas (Tryna get some, haha)
Hope the niggas from the sets that y'all representin', check y'all muthafuckas (Busta ass niggas, yeah)
But I'mma drop shit like this for people when I speak (Hit 'em, Keke Loco)
We can't get our own muthafuckin' props (Check it out)
Ya gotta really know what the fuck I mean
[Verse 1: Lil' Keke Loco]
It's that B crossed out to the K
Busta Ass Niggas on Wax sounding gay
Lil' Keke Loco steppin' up so what's up?
Westside 30's, so recognize these Thumbs Up
Now it's on wit' these Snoops in they dread
Puttin' that infrared dot to the middle of they fo'head
Steppin' out the tilt, C'd up to the max
Blue shirt, blue belt, blue hat, blue khakis
In fact a hellified gangsta stroll
Fade to the back, Cu-rip sittin' on gold (Ouhh)
On my way to Cuz, from Holmes to Watts
H-Bone pays me, said "24 blocks"
Tell "lights out, this business tape
You know that Bangin' on Wax", I said, "Cuz, I can't wait"
I sense you Janky ass niggas need your ass ripped
See I'm down with the super C, I'm down to put the work in
Without a muthafuckin' mask on my face
Pushin' that True Blue, Cuz, in y'all mark ass face
Givin' it up, to the Coasta's, what's poppin?
Never rub the 3 to the 5 from the top to the bottom
Phantom '5-8, [?] is the way
Full blond hair, pale face, smoking [?] blue every day
With my new? masters? I'm talkin' shit
I'm down to bone a muthafucka, I dropped that True Blue shit
Tryna copy cat from the True Blue tip
You must've liked the tape 'cause you tried to make one too (Ooh)
Now you frontin’ you rich, NiNi X
You was a homeless ass gangsta 'til you started making tapes
Never diss my hood in my face (Never)
You just as mad I wouldn't fuck you, let you rock on my tape
Slob Mary, thought you was down with Tweedy Loc?
Now you claiming Die-ru, sucking dick and smoking dope
Think it's an [?] pussy to fuck
I guess they put you on they hood for a real good dick suck
So now what? Bitch, you exposed
By the Westside Trey-O's, Lil' Keke Loco (Loco)
Damn right, B crossed out, L double O-D-K's
Slob 187 but don't forget the BK (Fuck punk ass Slobs)
You off brand niggas ain't moving nothing
This whole hoods of bustas, bustas and mo' bustas
Representin' sets, how the fuck is that?
Bussin' on the muthafuckin' tape, and y'all disguise and a mask?
[?] shoot and miss
You niggas did it for the money, now you gots to ce pistol whipped
By Keke Loc from the 9
You see me staying in blue and I'm giving up the C sign
The FT3 C the enemy [?], the NHBK's don't wanna C 'em
Put my strap to the brain of an Athens Mark
Having 'em Diru-K, FUCK Lueders Mark
Crossing out the Punk Roccs from the wall
And better send 'em to the Sway, watchin' mothafuckas fall
The Five Line clearly is Jokes
You know all the niggas in the 'Denas, stay with the smoke
Middle fingers to the NGB
Fuck Scotts Park, by the park because them niggas from Queens Street
Twinkie Outlaw trick better run
And peelin' Centers in the face, y’all better stay with some guns
Muthafuck a 60, [?], 60 'Rims and the Maggots
Black P. Sissies and them niggas from the Cabbage
And I'm the truest bluest nigga named Keke Loco
Ciccin' cacc C'in' cool, and, nigga, you know
[Hook]
Rollin 30's for Life, I wanna die for the Trey-O
A lot of MC's be talkin' all that junk
When I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Takin' niggas out with the flurry of buckshots
Clap your hands [?], yeah
Tell em' where you from
HARLEM
C to the R-I-P
[Verse 2: Evil Wacc II]
Fuck Slob, fuck Slob, it's a True Blue - thang
You only live once, Loc, know what I'm saying?
Mark ass niggas takin the bangin' for a joke
This the homie, this the Coast, Bangin on Wax, cutthroats (Cutthroats)
You Crenshaw Maggot Slob niggas, yeah, what's poppin'?
Woofin' all that shit, but ain't moving nada
For the putos, fool, that means nothing
This the Varrio, holmes, that means we gotta move something
Yeah, what's really going on?
You should've asked somebody before you made the fucking song
You say you're bickin back bein' bool
You needs to, chill
Fucking with the real deal
East Coast Locstas, lil' homies on deck
Woofin' that shit, Slob niggas, so what's next?
There's hell there on the street, that's where we bang at
We went through your hood, that ain't where you hang at
Now you know it and we know it you niggas is some marks
So let's separate the marks, from the niggas with the heart
You niggas knowing the Coast ain't no drama
So when Snoops they relatively include they grandmama
Slobs ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Can't fade the Coast, let alone the young 6
To you bitches on the tape, we know you ain't to jackin'
When we catch you hoes we beat the shit out you [?]
You know us Coastas known for them rapes
Bitches ain't nothing but bait
[Hook]
First street to 1-9-0, Eastside, East Coast
Yeah, it's the muthafuckin' gang, who do it the most
Neighborhood 7-6 Street at you
Shoot a muthafucka in a minute
Niggas from the 6 is serious about that bangin'
Rest in grief, niggas
Damn, that shit was dope
[Outro: H-Bone]
Yeah, okay, hmm
Mr. H-Bone, dissin' you niggas on Bustas on Wax, you know I'm sayin'?
I gotta do mine, man, you know I'm sayin'
For the 9-Trey, the '9-4, you know I'm sayin'
Punk ass dick lickers, yeah, fuck them niggas
And the Westside Dirus, you know I'm sayin'
Put a cap in you niggas, you know I'm sayin'
And them Hacienda Village niggas, you know I'm sayin'
Me and Keke gotta roll on them Van Ness Girlies, you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, fuck them niggas
Yeah, Booty Holes, Glock niggas in Garbage
And them Circle City Dirus, you know
And the Campanella Park, you know what I'm sayin'
Fuck these niggas, man
All niggas on tape trippin' and shit, tryna get they cut
I'mma buck-buck-buck, you know what I'm sayin'
And them Walkin' By Bums, you know what I'm sayin'
And them Tank Top Trues, you know what I'm sayin'
And them Crip niggas that's on the tape, y'all niggas is straight marks, you know what I'm sayin'
They, got the Slobs on the other side, with y'all niggas they dissin' y'all hood, fuck them niggas
Fuck them Marks, you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga Keke Loco No. II from Westside Harlem, all that C, you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga E-Wacc over there, 7-6 Neighborhood the Coast
Squee Bas
The Bas, the Pasadena Coast, 7-6 Neighborhood, my nigga
Tape tryna make that nigga, but they dissin' at the same time, man, that shit ain't come like that way, man, you know what I'm sayin'
Shit come a whole new different way, whole new different way, you know what I'm sayin'
Tryna come like that, fuck peace
