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letra de beware of the blue - mister d (southland)

[intro: colors dialogue]
what’s up holmes? sup
hey hodges what’s happening?
not much, you still smoking that pcp? make you stupid man
nah i don’t f-ck with juice, this is weed
peewee smoke that stupid sh-t, i don’t
you seen any, gang members around?
me? i ain’t seen any gang members, you seen any gang members?

[interlude: rude boy]
d-mn the dea, b-tch had a whole lot to say about my ass
trying to give me 25 to life, tell ’em what it’s all about

[verse 1: rude boy]
it’s all about living in the city where the gangstas roam
got the dayton wire spinning, 100 spokes and chrome
hit the petal to the metal, slanging dope for cash
district attorney, ‘member me? i put my foot in your ass
got sent to the pen, paroled just last night
now i’m in the court room, putting my d-ck down your windpipe
i got something for you pencil pushing b-tches
’cause my cl!ck is getting shovels so they digging the dirty ditches
r-double o-d-b-o-double y, from the l.a.c
and my homie mister d, we get our bang on
bald headed, gang bang the f-ck out
heard you wanna find exactly what i’m talking bout
got love for the homies who got to get their bang on
got love for the homies who got their third strike on
a big fat d-ck, for the b-tches i bone
and all y’all haters suck my d-ck and swallow my cum and leave it alone (b-tch)
[verse 2: mr. capone-e]
pow-pow, oh it’s capone-e
southside banging hoo-riding on g’s
la-di-da who gives a f-ck about the rest
we sur walk down the street, yo f-ck the feds
addressing my brigade, grab the grenade
penetrating on my pendleton, eliminating the parade
stray bullets be popping, fools catching change
f-ck fame, gang bangers and you know our name
m-th-f-cker, so keep your cool
we from the old school and we drop the jewels
sn-tch yours too, you don’t think you get a pass
we sly, sl!ck and wicked, causing big blood bath
aftermath, dropping tracks, lay back in the casa
tú sabes homeboy, we gang bangers with tacas
you can’t stop us so you better beware
we from the south and we don’t care, b-tch

[chorus]
somebody, somewhere, better beware of the blue
southside gangsters, southside gangsters
somebody, somewhere, better beware of the blue
southside gangsters, southside gangsters

[verse 3: og ese trouble]
assassinating, decapitating and evaporating m-th-f-ckas
straight the f-ck off the list, making sure your ass is gone
we be putting the f-cking smash down
you best to run for your f-cking life
i don’t give a f-ck, what f-cking race step to my f-cking face
you disappear without a f-cking trace
strictly mobbing and creeping, riding and crawling
with my gloves and my f-cking blue southside rag on my face
as i bust, squeezing triggers on n-ggas
and never catching a case, ’cause we never leave a m-th-f-cking trace
south central evil side, one three, gangsta for life
now what the f-ck you wanna do b-tch?
[verse 4: ese bobby]
i’m not afraid to die, so what’s up, bring it on fool
this is f-cking southside, h-ll yeah southside
f-cking with me, you’re f-cking with your life
the baddest of them all, downest of them all
craziest of them all, 808-818-5150
southside gangster for life
some people like me, most people hate me
i don’t give a f-ck, southside still comin’ up, motherf-ckers!

[chorus]
somebody, somewhere, better beware of the blue
southside gangsters, southside gangsters
somebody, somewhere, better beware of the blue
southside gangsters, southside gangsters

[verse 5: mister d]
somebody somewhere told me this about you
they said you’re a b-tch of your crew
ese you can’t f-ck with me
not in your wildest dreams
sur one m-th-f-cking three, mister m-th-f-cking d
ese blue ragging, still ain’t f-cking sagging
got my homies pulled the f-ck up, ’cause they’re big ass f-ck
you don’t like it, so the f-ck what
we got you busters scared
and the rest of fools, better beware, stand clear
get caught slippin’, homies are tripping
fool you f-cked up, shouldn’t have knuckled up
your homeboys that rap, you will suffer for that
a cheap shot, that’s the thanks we got?
we started this gangsta sh-t, run but you can still lowriders
original gangster sh-t, ask big spider
homie you take two i’ll take two
but i don’t want no f-cked up fila suit
took the fools gold and his shoes
doggie don’t want beef, with these e-s-e’s
from the big southside, one three
you better recognize real life, -n-lyze
it ain’t no f-cking surprise
i’m blue ragging for the south, not a m-th-f-cking thing else, fool
southside 1-3

- mister d southland

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