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letra de mobbin in my cortez - empire riderz

[verse 1: sinner]
lowriding hitting switches, tattoo’d b-tches
357’s, man, these sapos with the business
all chromed up, get your block blown up
it’s that p-dub l, homie, we don’t give a f-ck
with them ghetto bird chasers, everybody’s racist
2-23’s to the domes and the faces
that backyard boogie, i’m just tryna get my cookie
steady on parole, but these cops tryna book me
getting p-ssy in the streets, steady clutching for my heat
watch my back for these lames ’cause they talking like they deep
steady mobbing in my cortez, stomping out they bald heads
gang related tats on my body ’til i’m f-cking dead
key-g valley, the little homie slanging
this sh-t is f-cking real, motherf-ckers get to aiming
see the sinner gets to dumping, west coast, keep it bumping
another k!ller cali kid, always into something

[chorus: diablo]
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
[verse 2: diablo]
i said i’m banged out, blue bandana sw-nging
bald head mexicans and we gang banging
dope slanging on the regular
keep my circle to a minimum, down to the regulars
i got a throwaway strap, a throwaway cellular
they smell the weed and know we from cali, huh
look, i was mobbing down the streets in my cortez
shooting nine millimeters like some warheads
we like east up, homie, what it do?
five bald heads covered in tattoos
never run, you bust, we busting back, fool
never mind the talk ’cause that’s what rats do
unload, reload, move back and cap you
get out of line, i f-ck around and slap you
i ain’t playing, homie, that’s real talk
i’ma keep it g and hope i never get caught

[chorus: diablo]
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
[verse 3: big sanch]
got my ball cap fitted to let you know that i’m from b-town
run up, then you’re gonna have to bleed now
you know how them eastsiders get down
live rounds got you ducking in the streets
i’m aiming for defeat when it comes to you and me
only homies from the hood, you hearing on the beat
walk around like some k!llers ’cause the other side’s weak
got your b-tch under sheets, you wanna take a little peek
smoking weed so i look a little faded
catch you all alone and it’s getting x-rated
homies spitting heat so they’re hating on the streets
gangstas on the rise and we’ll always give it up
for the hood that we claim, let ’em know we bang
it’s an eastside thing and the sapo be the gang
you know what it is, if you don’t, we’re here to tell you
coming up quick, try to trip, get hit

[chorus: diablo]
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
mobbing down the streets in my cortez
gang related tats with them bald heads
[verse 4: big lazie]
mobbing through the streets, straight knucklehead fools
bald heads, cortez, soldiers of the sur
clique so deep that we walking in twos
double s bangers, homie, that’s no doubt
blue bandanas tatted up and loc’d out
california gang life, that’s how we live
mexican homies so we down with the biz
enemies, f-ck ’em, they can rest in my p-ss
my lyrics certified, so i represent it right
keep it true in the booth, i’m ’bout to b-tch slap the mic
i’m one of the worst, og from the turf
have you gang banging by the end of the verse
big lazie gangsta, i’m a well-known threat
one of banning’s most wanted like crystal meth
do you like lynch, homie, welcome to your death
just a little something, to show you how we do this

[verse 5: danger]
cortez on my feet, b hat fitted
strap in my pants so you know that i’m with it
mobbing down the block, juras right behind me
don’t give a f-ck, yeah, i do this all the time, g
straight rider from the b, come through and see
l.a. to i.e., it’s the big 1-3, smashing on you lames
had to make a move, so we stepped in the game
we on the come up, i never gave a f-ck
now i’m on the hustle tryna test my f-cking luck
running around strapped and it’s never on safety
southern k!llafornia where the motherf-ckers crazy
rags around our face, bound to catch a case
.223’s in the clip so here’s a taste
now your life’s erased, your hood’s a big disgrace
should’ve wore a vest, b-tch, it would’ve been a trace

[verse 6: mr. criminal]
i’m just mobbing down the streets, mobbing with that heat
right now i’m on the west coast mobbing in the east
a b and g, homie, this is hpg, homie
still repping the west, sl-1-3, homie
only f-ck with real g’s, ain’t f-cking with no phonie
in the inland empire, mobbing by my lonely
life in the back streets, everywhere i pack heat
creased up khakis, white cortez, always clean, never tacky
still packing a chrome weapon for them fools that claiming they wanna blast me
100 percent latino but suicidal like a paki
mobbing down the streets with the heat under the black tee
got homies in the pen holding me down
youngsters in the barrio heated up all around
mobbing in my motherf-cking cortez, that’s the sound
bloods and crips all from the west coast, homie, that’s the brown

- empire riderz

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