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letra de danger - bad boy (clika one)

[kid frost:]
yeah it’s that crazy mothaf-ckin frost holmes
representing that city of angels
kicking back with the homeboy bad boy from the city of sins
2 crazy mothaf-ckin mexicans haha
yeahh…

[bad boy – verse 1:]
bad boy the bad one from the baddest clique
ain’t that a b-tch i sit next to the baddest b-tch
nevada, b-tch!
7-0-2, four-duece-oh be the cannabis
i roll it up to smoke it
then i litt it then i hit it
pass it to the left to them b-tches
liquor’s gone you best to get widdit
hold the blast till i’m buddha blessed
tatted and at it until the death
automatic is (….) d-mn…
hold on, hold on. check it out
them bullet holes are critical
enemies shooting at enemies
frost sippin liqour sick off hennessey
that clika, b-tch it’s heavily
heated and dead-ely
i put that on my son
my gun with 200-&-94 bullets to hit you one you done
coming through the block hot ones
aiming at your dome (dome)
i’m dipping chronic sticks in embalming fluid
known to get you blown
known to get home at 5 up in the morning blow he gone
he’s sleepy hungry but still smoking
needin’ coca sniff to get golden
choking holding potent sacks to smoke on
sitting in the back
the ‘lac is packed
but where we going (f-ck it!)
jump on in we hoggin from
[chorus:] x2
the city of sins
to the city of angels
everyone’s in danger
bullets in chambers
thugs enrages gangsters
buck b-tches and haters
homies in cages can’t save us
nah b-tches this how they mad us
till i’m underground not breathing i’ll be
(shot-calling in vegas)

[bad boy – verse 2:]
b-tch we booted suited ben davis (davis)
watching out for them drugs (thugs)
watching out for them pigs (slugs)
watching out for them guns
peace treaty my ass
anybody heard of triple x
definite records clika one’s my clique it’s anybody murdered
nervous hurry get your gats
bullets fly do or die
bodies found out by the east side
of that 95 no lie
why you asking
you baskin for a beat down
i put the heat down
beat your ass and leave you stranded
in these mothaf-ckin streets clown
brown (wassup?)
hitem in the body with the gun shot one shot
leave’em in a puddle with a cold wound
wassup what you mean what you gon do
“what you got? what your gat you b-tch?”
mothaf-cka better not acting
i could get you acting now i gotta show you some affirmitive action
homie hit up a set then i’m blastin
runnin gunnin jump in
sh-t i’m hittting something
liquor buzzin bud and g-ngb-ngin doing dumb shut
thuggin f-ck it i just don’t do it cus i love it
and i’m not just a rapper b-tch i run it yeah…
[chorus:] x2
the city of sins
to the city of angels
everyone’s in danger
bullets in chambers
thugs enrages gangsters
buck b-tches and haters
homies in cages can’t save us
nah b-tches this how they mad us
till i’m underground not breathing i’ll be
(shot-calling in vegas)

- bad boy clika one

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