[Intro: Lil' Keke Loco]
Yeah
For the '9-4 come up
Niggas Off the Street
You only live once, Locs
Got my nigga Wino from 190 Eastside, East Coast
Got me through this shit, ya know what I'm sayin'?
[Verse 1: Lil' Keke Loco]
It's that 3 x 1 to the O, I let you know
Westside Rich Rollin', miss it all for the 3-O
Mr. [?], Mr. Keke Loco funky fool, funky beats that make you psycho
Bop, bop, to these jealous ass bustas
Had to fire a lot of heat for these punk muthafuckas
I got to keep me some heat at all times
Niggas all up on these corners 'cause I'm bustin' Crip rhymes
Fools tryna push that I'm sellin' it out
Nigga, this 9 Street Harlem, what you flossin' about?
So what if it's Watts love of mine
It's still Harlem Crip with the 3 and the 9
I got love for that OHC thang
Nigga ain't tryna diss the hood 'cause a nigga don't hang
Nigga know I gotta bring back somethin' for the hood
Yo, it takes a little times but, Cuz, sure, it's all good
25 is the years that I'm old
This shit is all in effect but a nigga gotta take it slow
So these punk ass hoes don't fuck me
Then I have to peel 'em, then we stretch for a killing
Just chill, Cuz, cick on cacc, let me rise to the top, put the hood on back, Cuz
Because you only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
[Hook: BG Ali & Lil' Keke Loco]
When you die you ain't coming back, damn
Leaving all this bullshit behind
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying
This for the homies coming from the True Blue tip, you know I'm saying
Pour a forty up for the homies and kick all back to the '93 tip
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
And for your hoes
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke Loco]
And these hoes got it all twisted up
Start smashing these bitches each and every time they fuck up
'Cause they hoes ain't shit in the 9
They fuck your brother, fuck your cousin, put they mouth on your daddy
Now ain't that a punk bitch
Man make her give a nigga cousin beat her with a switch
Then make her suck up on your dick
Man throw a lil' party, Cuz, let the homies hit
Show that hoe that she really ain't shit
What I'm really tryna say, Cuz, treat her like a bitch
You know the hoe will go sleep with the other side
And then trick cacc to the C Side
Cuz, get that heat, for the Hoo-Ride
Man, take that bitch for a trunk ride
'Cause the Keke Loc can't C slippin', punk hoes, I ain't trippin'
This is Westside of Harlem representing
If you clockin' out for that '9-4 thang
Bitches like doubtin', flossin', fool in the gang
But I gotta keep my head up 'cause it's Harlem for Life
Plus, I still got a nine for the muthafuckin' Hoo-Ride
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
[Hook: BG Ali & Lil' Keke Loco]
Nigga, fuck all studio bangers when Ali [?] all of it's on, nigga
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
Nigga, and this a True nigga coming from the, streets of life, fool
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
Keke serve those busta muthafuckas, Cuz
[Verse 3: Lil' Keke Loco]
I know you flabbergasted cause I'm fluster flamboyant
I drop the funky ass shit for the urban enjoyers
I like to make your ass shake, make your punk bitch booty bump
Smash, bash, crash with the True Blue funk
See I'm the Locsta, that don't give a fuck
C'd up to the fullest, straight down for the Thumbs Up
Stomp down me a bang on wax
When I'm high, stay alert for the AK attack
I guess your hood is a studio
Don't slip, stay inside, don’t C a victim of a walk-by
'Cause I don't ever see y'all niggas in traffic
Swear to God I wish I would that's why I keeps me an automatic
So I can smash me a stretch pup
CK, deadruM, Pinkflag and that Slob slut
Ain't no set trip, just y'all niggas Marks
And you ain't movin' shit on the niggas with the heart
Y'all also start your very own gangs
But fluorescent ass colors, listen up to what I'm saying
Sport the high pink bandana head fags
Your top click, it ain't shit, and all your homies fags
Now we dissin' half, fuck a Bang on Wax
This the Wild West 30's, twist your cap on cacc
Homies hanging deep in 39th Street Park
Crazy Locs in the cut at the DB Park
Avenue Gang members give it up for the Thumbs
Watch out, punk bustas, see the Harlem Crips come
Thumbs, Thumbs, give it up for the O's
Pushing all that diss shit, y'all don't wanna see the 3 O's
'Cause it won't C a pretty sight
Helicopters, yellow tape, white chalk and police lights
Crying mamas, screaming sisters and shit
'Cause y'all twisted, smashed, smoked and pipped
And just let it C known, for what it's all worth
We was the first real niggas to give it up to you first
I ain't scared to represent it
C-R-I-P, West 30th is the Street
H-A-R-L-E-M, 39 G-A-N-G, I'm the young Lil' Keke
Come, come to the hood, come, come to the park
Don't creep like a bitch sell food before dark
So you can get a good look at me, Loc
Here the nine [?] strap, then you full of bullet holes
Give you something new to write a song about
How the Harlems done smashed yo' bitch ass out
'Cause you only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
[Outro: Lil' Keke Loco]
Yea, for the '9-4 come up
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
Niggas Off the Street
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
Giving shouts to all the real niggas in the game
Stay True Blue, Crips (You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?)
Watch your muthafuckin' caccs (You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?)
You only live once, Locs, know what I'm saying?
Two Thumbs and I'm out
Yeah
