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letra de natives - vin villa

[verse 1: vin villa]
i’m a west side long beach california native
sliding in some timothies
riding cuz we in these streets
4-5 in my cult
put 4-5 to they throats
savagely sufficient
yo estoy loco
i’mma get that give it back
throw narbonne high a hundred racks
this for dannie farber and my brother dexter lima
i be bodying my demons
exorcise them like we running laps
squad on the attack like all of them d-mn thunder cats
i’m well equipped with the verse
you could say i’m versatile with language
i speak the truth no way you can change em
i breathe life into instrumentals and i’m the person who made em
i sing the hook and leave em hooked my boy
it’s all entertainment
i was 7 off of normandie
me and perry was walking to golden ox when we stopped
and both stared at a dead body
this was in ’99 before mama said that we moving
who would of thought my life was just getting stupid
cuz then we moved up off of locust street
me and royce cl1cked back up
rolled the dice with my career
it was loaded like a mac truck
getting cheufferred to hollywood in all of them f-cking black trucks
and somehow i’m over here stuck with all this bad luck
23 years old and i moved up out the beach
but the kid ain’t far i just moved up a couple streets
la home, what you heard about me?
i’ve been riding for sc since the riots of rodney king
i’ve been about it, pimp
still about it, pimp
i’m talking about the game
infatuated with chances that only few could get
currency exchanges for culture
because it’s all a cash crop
and i’m tryna drink the cream
i’m sipped every last drop

[hook: vin villa]
i’m a west side long beach california native
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
i’m a west side long beach california native
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard

[verse 2: vin villa]
i’m a west side long beach california native
land of the drive by, pull up and dump the pavement
get away to the crib and roll up on a backwoods
to rid my whole mind of this bullsh-t that they gave us
no you can’t escape me pimp
know that i’m the savior
been sent here to keep it player
vinny the chola slayer
vinny going gigante, generating the paper
the way i’m balling off of figueroa
you’d think i was a laker
see me sliding down vermont
to my shanty off torment
backwoods rolling and toking ’till all of the f-cking herbs gone
oops i think my minds gone
pimping in every time zone
sending snaps to cebu and she loves it with all the lights on
where we going from here
where we going
where we going from here
i had to ask myself
replied with straight to the top
talking getting topped off with my top back
by a bad bottom b-tch
telling sucks top that

[verse 3: kayron]
i’m a west side rosecrans gardena native
always had 15 n-ggas in the house i stayed in
n-ggas used to fight
argue over seats
look up in the fridge we ain’t got sh-t to eat
the whole city shed a tear
when they k!lled chilly
that was my n-gga even off the wiggly
i knew stu before the dairy
and ham when he was still fat
man i’m talking way back i used to push through them paybacks
walk up to the square
n-gga be prepared because the only fair fade was the fade in your hair
and i used to go to dig’s when i used to get my sh-t chopped
if a n-gga running his mouth
then he had to get his sh-t rocked
especially if he elbowed
i remember back hooping up at rowley park
every n-gga played for el co
and i remember upper bottom
just to cop them white t’s
maybe stop at vicky’s to cop me some conies
i remember mickey d’s when it was on budlong
yeah my n-gga i’ve been there for that long
no matter how long i’m gone as soon as i cross vermont
i am home
so n-gga dust off my throne
and of course i couldn’t write this song without freeing number 2
cuz that n-gga done blazed the gun
number 3 the baby one
and gizz cuz he the crazy one

- vin villa

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