shoot me some work and i m a shoot you some getback so you can say baby bash yeah he did that that s on my buds i always paid all my fronts and hell nah i don t fuck with no scary punks cause loose lips ain t chips in the barrio sometime the grind seem like a party though on the turf on the block in the cut though block monsters don t give a fuck bro and i don t even know who be workin for the piggies see right now a day everybody turn snitchy and they don t give a damn bout the reprocussions lost six homies and about twelve cousins some from l a and some from bakersfield some from the bay and some from mackaville damn skippy on the jiffy take it from a prophet stay on your toes when you in the black market chorus vamonos when the cops hit your block boy vamonos when the heat touch your street boy vamonos hit the task on your ass boy vamonos and we run so fast repeat chorus we vida locas where my homies be screamin i see demons on concrete servin clucks cause they fiendin i never leaving the pad without packing mi cuete willin to die for my block let them cowards come get me plus real pandieros from all sides love it livin this merciless world so i put it on my stomach pour out liquor for my homies who dead but not forgotten california got palms trees and beaches but it s still rotten police corrupt so who should i trust just me and some real motherfuckers who down to bust gangstas hustlers thugs and dealers in the projects gotta stay grimey and pack heaters shoot the motherfucker cause the fed s on the roof the type of shit i been singin since 1992 so vamonos and blast him in the face so vamonos we already catchin a case repeat chorus twice i sell nickels dime gwhomps shades halves and shoulders til me and all my partners sell nothin but boulders every two days i must recop and bubble on the grind until i pop i get the dope fiend money to pump my gas it s five dollar bills when i wipe my ass i just hit a lick for real big fedi i need to get up out the game but still i ain t ready i be hating how i m livin i m knowing it s wrong i know i need to listen to the name of the song but straightin up just wouldn t be me i might not be in the pen but i wouldn t be free all i do is spit nothin but reality jay tee got that hustler mentality i m in the streets if you need it mayne just hit me watch what i do when the police try to get me repeat chorus twice