Long Beach Blvd.

(albüm: Harbor City Season One - 2022)

We gon' see
Don't come around here tripping, you won't leave
Everybody telling these niggas the police
Them guns coming out every summer that's on me
We light this bitch on fire when they let us in the do'
We pull up to the stage and
Order bodies to go
We pull up to your party and
Order bodies to go
You pull up to our city we
Order bodies to go
I see rappers running high, I see rappers running low
Cause we slide where we from we
Order bodies to go
You know the side that we from we
Order bodies to go
With these rhymes and these drums we
Order bodies to go

Rapper talk to me crazy, put his head on his side
Then I rob him like it's gravy, get my bread on the side
If niggas did me shady, this'll shred 'em inside
Then I hop in your Mercedes, leave you dead on your live
My homies'll strip you naked
Why am I so flagrant?
Imagine being a teenager, thinking you'll never make it
To see your twenty first birthday cake and you'll never taste it
Your fate is to be erased, you was wasted by someone basic
Replace it with another destiny, rapping just to escape it
Even if it means I'm shanking my favorite rapper in his jugular vein
Painting his clothes red as his blood wasted in the bucket
He was shaking and dying, sacrificing the goat is sacred
I made it to Death Row, load the bullets again
Writing these prize winning bars, that's a Pulitzer-pen
Other rappers wanted to sign, I looked at Suge with a grin
He said, you want record deal? Battle Crooked and win!
I caught a body

We gon' see
Don't come around here tripping, you won't leave
Everybody telling these niggas the police
Them guns coming out every summer that's on me
We light this bitch on fire when they let us in the door
We pull up to the stage and
Order bodies to go
We pull up to your party and
Order bodies to go
You pull up to our city we
Order bodies to go
I see rappers running high, I see rappers running low
Cause we slide where we from we
Order bodies to go
You know the side that we from we
Order bodies to go
With these rhymes and these drums we
Order bodies to go

I pull up like a dealer spitting Frank Lucas blue magic
First hit you high as the top floor, you a new addict
Dudes acting like Hugh Jackman, I keep a huge ratchet
Clapping ever since fools was trapping in joop jackets, you maggots
Salty as a ramen noodle soup packet, cause me and my crew cracking
And I got the city behind me like we on Long Beach Boulevard
And you pointing the camera at me while you move backwards
Lights, camera, action mothafucka
Better put your necklace up
Trying to film the robberies it's gon' get the directors cut
In less than a second I'm, reckless nigga press your luck
Two chains on me when I pull them weapons up
If the fans watching I'ma be fresh as fuck
Lately I've been driven mad
Nobody writing bars bloody as me period unless you got a pen and pad
I be on some shit fucking pregnant bitches in Trinidad
Nutting on little niggas swimming in women's placenta bag
Damn, I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy
Fuck, I'm going crazy, cuckoo, crazy
The city got me rapping 'bout crazy shit
Went to a therapist, found out she a crazy bitch, on me

We gon' see
Don't come around here tripping, you won't leave
Everybody telling these niggas the police
Them guns coming out every summer that's on me
We light this bitch on fire whenever they let us in the door
We pull up to the stage and
Order bodies to go
We pull up to your party and
Order bodies to go
You pull up to our city we
Order bodies to go
I see rappers running high I see rappers running low
Cause we slide where we from we
Order bodies to go
You know the side that we from we
Order bodies to go
With these rhymes and these drums we
Order bodies to go

Go nigga
[*sirens*]
[*gunshots*]
[*tires screeching*]
[*screaming*]