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I flex my brasos hard core down for the clicka' Who's that eminating funk through the speaka' Bass gets to thumpin' ruckas get to pumpin' Who's that rockin' got the party start jumpin' Blastin' through hah no need for the booyaa Right hammer with the one knuckle eye-shot through ya Step to the crowd I feel the strain' Throw chingasos in the mosh pit feel the pain So don't get in my way baby Because the huero loco came in here to play baby My shit will pump up this jam hot damn it's the baddest Tres Delinquentes step into the madness [Chorus] [Verse 2] Que ondas muchacho I bienes te miro si me tries bronca me enloco deatiro me paro te tumbo no es tu rumbo y con el lingo talvez te confundo Oh shit it's the attack of the five foot ten The blaxican once again with the cocked hair pin As I emerge from the depths of the realm my son I got the black gat fat track coke and rum Otra vez ya lo vez and the crew somos tres One blaxican on the squad you don't test Hittin' hard like an Aztec swift like a Zulu That's what it's like with a palm shot through you My mannerism mild still the punks get piled My number one assassin flips the mad funk styles Me I play the back role but I'm delinquente This is how I freak it when I'm speaking to the gente [Chorus] [Verse 3] Whatcha trucha calmate escucha Somos delinquentes tu no quieres lucha But we freak it this way seguisendo rey O.G. freaks the beat the mariachis play Fade it in with snare from ASR-10 Producer mas mejor it's O.G. Style again Freak it bump it bass out the caro O.G. he's got more BOOM BOOM than charo Third of tres brings cuts to your face bro Hold down the needle with a penny or a peso See all our style used to create With one turntable and a broken 808 [Chorus] |
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in this little session of the promised land where i lounge wit my homeys and i'm freakin' my friend i gots the 6 shoota' down by my side sittin' in the ride pop it in drive i'm rolling through the east side lower slower down for teh dip now hold up check teh sound flip that bitch there's a party goin' on swingin' all night long they come from mile around to see me freak their ________ but if a sucka' wanna trip struttin' up beat i got a gang of hounds to make 'em pop teeth i now this crazy-ass fool, bringin' old sasson i got the brass for your ass, homeboy thought you knew that... Chorus: I got homeys on the south side I know some vatos on the east side some my homeys wanna g-ride we're brining up teh lower eastside (repeat) 2nd Verse: Los Delinquentes, trippin' up the place i hang hey, it's the guera loco wit the way i swang see i be rollin through this _____ and my right hand man is Keemo, un delinquente con el gloc en mi hand es mi vida loca, i'm waistin my potential funky wit the lower eastside fundamentals lower rides, place between the 5 and teh 91, north of Velandra I was wit my su-man, my former kung-fu man my name, Mr. Ives,( who the motha'fuck are you man?) well, i'ma roll this grica to let me fingers twitch 'cause the lower eastside's up in this bithc adn... chorus I got homeys on teh south side I know some vatos on teh east side west side homeys wanna g-ride we're bringin' up the lower eastside 3rd Verse: Well let me think now what do i wanna play i got some homeys a hop skip a jump away where i can always go and catch me a slug fest(what?) tengo familia all the way up in teh midwest well let me come back around the grounds where i lounge the 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds that's where teh homeys will be kickin' it (hey yo that's the N-double guera-5, isn't?)right shh, escucha, here comes teh man but i know these streets like the back of my hand so while the swiney guy be lookin' around i be flippin' a frown, as i pump my shi because, the cuffs won't click the charges won't stick i wonder when these people gonna get the fuck up off my dick there's nowhere you could ever take a drag boy because i break putos of drive-bys just a twist of teh cap from the 40 in my lap wanna scrap we scrap wanna blast i'm strapped tell me... chorus(reapeat 4x's) (music fades 'till end) |
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from Delinquent Habits - Delinquent Habits (1996)
This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans
The ones that pumpin' up the party Jump and shake your hands And let your joint blaze smoke up and get a little higher If the cherry goes out then relight the fire Pump it up and do this swing for mine baby Ives in the party ya'll time to get crazy Swing it left swing it right swing it back and to the front ha No takin' or the fakin' cause we givin' what you want ha Pure bread born and raised the underground system My recipes so ill you'll think I'm crazy if I list em So I choose to freak it from the dawn till the light To let you listen' hard to what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like What it really be like what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like What it really be like what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like I'm steppin' up back up straight up so delinquente You won't be saying shit after I sock you in the frente So what's it gonna be sucka what it be like? As I descend from the trend every muthafuckin' night And so I gotta keep the rhymes kinda funky you know I'm still rollin' in the jacked up Chevy '64 You need to ease back sucka you need to pipe down Delinquent type of hound is what you're gettin' from the realm When I'm steppin' through the fog my dogs are kinda fatal I'll swat you like a fly that's on my kitchen table If another day ends still a new dawn breaks And once again I'm droppin' shit upon this 2 inch tape What it be like tell me what it be like What it really be like what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like What it really be like what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like See this be like discussion of the facts Over hip-hop chords The Lower EastSide allow me kick the funk no fraud See it's the third time for the Iives my news flash No matter what I'm still gonna be the poor white trash Diggin up and out the ghetto Hard raised and rockin' From backspinnin' from freakin' the beat and pop-lockin' From early days I'm steppin' to battle like a vulture It's all just a part of the hip-hop culture What it be like tell me what it be like What it really be like what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like What it really be like what it be like What it be like tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like cause I know what it be like |
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from Delinquent Habits - Delinquent Habits (1996)
[Verse 1]
I've often wondered how long it's gonna take me In this world until the good Lord shake me And to the man I put up with mad sorrow But I learned soon the sun still shines tomorrow Sometimes bad thoughts they brought me down Growin up hard livin' poor side of town Cause where I was I wondered who will ever need me? But now I know that much love flew freely My momma my poppa both took care No matter what I did I knew they would be there Ball in the school yard puppy love crushes Mischief in the nightime with intimate touches Playin' with the females Christmas was cool Didn't have much but had enough fool So here's three cheers beers up and take a chug Cause this one's for all the past times I dug [Chorus] Even though most of all my life was bad I reminisce on all the good times I had Even though most of all my life was bad I reminisce on all the good times I had Even though most of all my life was bad I reminisce on all the good times I had So if you think all of your life was bad Reminisce on all the good times you had [Verse 2] Well it was once upon a time in the seventies a baby boy bounces Placed on this earth wayin' seven and some ounces But that wasn't all of the bouncin' It was hard for mom to try to keep the proper housin' Straight from Gardena before my sista Linda Migrated to the East Side projects Maravilla There I had my stroll on Rigin' Elementary Moms a quarter century pop left us on empty But that was nothin' new though packin up our shit so We could make the move Cudahay was the zip code Moms working fingers to the bone just to make ends meat I was a latch key delinquent daily runnin' the street And every time I look back I think of just anotha challenge Holidays and birthdays grim still I managed To key a smile making life fun And how can I forget about the seasons in the sun? So here's three cheers beer up and take a chug Cause this one's for all the past times I dug [Chorus] |
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from Delinquent Habits - Delinquent Habits (1996)
Once again it's me one of the three delinquents
Seems let loose from the noose now it's time to make G's Oooh, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy lordy let me do some roll callin' Kemo, O.G., Victor, Gigi, Pesci look hard and you'll see me Trixx, big Ronnie, Sen and Sal If you can feel me open up let me slam now Hard than a muthafucka hush sho nuff Lower EastSide of the West Coast take a puff funky But twice burned and I won't be forgetin The ones who tried to break me fake me I'm sweatin' Represent me mine in the place I dwell Big D in the air it's on ring the bell Receive fuel for my mental I'm low gas me up Big dog now but wicked even when I was a pup I came to represent where I'm from If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to break you off and get some If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to break you off and get some If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to break you off and get some If you want some get some bad enough take some Step back give me room cause I'm takin' over Rollin' punks over like a bulldozer Cause I came to represent where I'm from It's the Lower EastSide of the West Coast son So hot diggity damn I'm gettin' figgity scram I loose stability bam there ain't no fadin' the man Who might that be that might be me Yo soy el hombre Cause I walk these streets like the righteous man But I take no shit when I'm freakin' the flam The incredible edible blend I got Latin juice Some want to be like me but lack a few scoops Fools cause I bring the flavor Ives got my back O.G.'s on the fader Damn I can't quit when I start this shit But it's time well spent I came to represent I came to represent where I'm from If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to break you off and get some If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to let you know with no gun If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to represent where I'm from From the back to the frente straight delinquente Not the kingpin ask em all fool I thought I told ya I'm just a little bolder than your average soldier Staring at you psycho hey what's a huero loco? Twisted out mental mad whacked in the coco Never givin' up I got wisdom persistence Two clips loaded in a glock for resistance A flock of delinquentes steppin' through the silence Mellow type of fellow still poised for the violence O.G.'s on the left Sal's on the right Blaxican warrior fuckin' up your blind side Like the Hurra I'm coming O...F...F... And I'm a rock a muthafucka till there ain't none left I came to represent where I'm from If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to break you off and get some If you want some get some bad enough take some I came to let you know with no gun If you want some get some bad enough take some I bring the real rock when there's none If you want some get some bad enough take some |
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What up, what up. Yeah, yeah. East coast, west coast, flava in the mothafuckin house.
(Hurricane G) Hurricane G and the m*thaf*ckin Delinquent Habits And we ain't havin it (word) So what, ni***? You wanna get buck, bring the rock Cause we don't give a m*thaf*ck What the f*ck? I said what the f*ck? What the f*ck? What the m*thaf*ck? Yeah, yeah Hurricane G comin through with the Tres Delinques For mi gente This track with Fuentes (???) Blowin the spot makin sh*t caliente Freakin them seats like Tito Puentes beatin drums Flippin, flowin in different tongues Leavin all you mothaf*ckas sprung without givin up a chocho My lyrics is enough to make you loco, maric*n My sh*t is phat like chicharron F*ckin them seats up like Rome N****s shakin more a** than strippers For all my b*tches and n****s I'm sellin records like thugs selling drugs Gettin mad love Cause I bring it real Sh*t is tight if, and I bang green for my skits (???) (Chorus) M*thaf*cka what? I don't give a f*ck You can bring the rock we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka, what? I don't give a f*ck You can bring the rock we can get buck What I don't give a f*ck You can bring the rock we can get buck What, what m*thaf*cka? I don't give a f*ck You can bring the rock we can get buck (Delinquent Habits) Aiight turn down the bass start to kickin up the treble Put the music in my earphones so I can check my levels Tu no sabes que es la mia venta my nachos clica (??) Es los Tres Delinquentes sin dog y la Boricua-da I don't be braggin, that drama's for your mom But this collaboration right here is da bomb And when house comes the party starts to sway, G Brownstyles pumpin it, bumpin PMP days Muy chicaso Bring a cord on and when I snort it C*ke ought to clean your crock leave your punk a** retarded The one to the two to the three delinquentes Sing la Hurricane G to yo' frentes High as a kite Es la capitan p*nga loca With a fifth of Bacardi and a brain full of m*ta Representin all the clica from the southside And any f*ckin body who got brown pride Take us back to the avenue mi mocho pa' mi gente Con la Hurricane G y los vatos Delinquentes De Cubano marijuano que te deja pa' ampiado Been down since '83, Divi es con mi hermano I know you didn't think I would stop makin rolas I gots to entertain all the vatos and the cholas So take it to the neighborhood and spread it on the calle Que es perro negro, no le vale madre (Chorus) M*thaf*cka what? I don't give a f*ck You can bring the rock we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka? Bring the rock I don't give a f*ck we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka? Bring the rock I don't give a f*ck we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka? Bring the rock I don't give a f*ck we can get buck (Delinquent Habits) The Latin season that's the reason homeboy For all the flava that's on the table The Blaxican once again suggesting quick and fabled I'm struggling mics from mi Lunes to Domingo Te chingo Te digo gringos' got my back the lingo brindo No mas o menos, simply stacks affect tracks So set the move back Porque ritmo pega duro like a kick to your sack Y si me miras en los ojos recojo puro respeto Y las palabras de mi boca empezaron enlocesos Asi lo es homeboys, I'm puttin dantas con mi clicas Hurricane sin dogs, Delinquents blowin out your speakers Otra ves, ya lo ves, somos tres Bring the rock, that's how it is. Cause we don't give a f*ck (Chorus) M*thaf*cka what? I don't give a f*ck You can bring the rock we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka? Bring the rock I don't give a f*ck we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka? Bring the rock I don't give a f*ck we can get buck What, m*thaf*cka? Bring the rock I don't give a f*ck we can get buck B*TCH! |
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from Delinquent Habits - Here Come The Horns (1998)
It's time to amount an enormous
amount of muscle Move in like 5th batalian while woofers gonna bring trouble Que quieres a mia moving to make me a little somethin' Won't catch me chasin' the dragon adrenelin got me pumpin' Stop take a breath collect my thoughts Release defenses and check senses Pull jacks in dope spots Puff boom muthafucka I swirve and hit the center Hit it silver star style while others afraid to enter Bravery in the battle homes I ain't no doubt We stand alone usually we left the third click out That's why we moved on cause mental spirits was gettin' broken By some leech muthafuckas best kill em because we chokin' Send a heat seeker to take a section of the industry Not paranoia you really think they feelin' me? I cut their finger from hand and cut their hand from wrist shit Light another joint time to get lit It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans Now everybody checkin' the lingo you know I bringo (Strong arm tactics) represento fresco raw through the weso Y digo trucha con tususia cuando entro con el latin lingo Collecting masa across the map like Desperado steelo Now you can bust and I can bust but Who got that gold in they clutch? And I'm tremendo cuando prendo lenos down to the crutch So if we hittin' la botella then let's gulp it all down And if we hittin' yerba buena then let's smoke the whole pound The LowerEast is back up in this muthakilla for realla Los Delinquentes rifan todo Sur Califa I figure My DNA is everlasting It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans |
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Yeah
I fetch my brazos hardcore down from the click-hi Who's that - emanatin' funk through the speaker Bass gets to pumpin' rucka's get to pumpin' Who's that rap king got the party start jumpin' Blasting too high no need for the boo-ya My hammer with the one knock I'll shoot through ya Step to the crowd I feel the strain Those chingazos in the moshpit feel for pain So don't get in my way baby Because the guero loco came in here to play baby My shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest Tres delinquentes step into the madness (horns) Get Funky(x3) (horns) Get Funky(x3) De ondas muchacho, hay bienes te miro Si me tries bronca, me aloco de a tiro Me paro te tumbo, no es tu rumbo Why con en lingo talvez te confundo Ships the attack with a 5 foot 10 The blaxican once again with the cocktail pin As I emerge from the depths of the realm my son I got the black gat fat track, coke to rum Otra vez ya lo ves in the crew somos tres. One blaxican on the squad you don't test Sittin' hard like and an Aztec swift like a Zooloo That's what it's like when the pump shot through ya My manner is the mildest till the punks get piled My number one assassin flips the mad funk styles Me I play the back road but I'm delinquente This is how I freak it when I'm speakin' to the gente (horns) Get Funky(x3) (horns) Get Funky(x3) Guatcha trucha calmate escucha Somos delinquentes tu no queres lucha We freak at this, que siguesendo rey O.G. freaks the beat the mariachis play Fade it in - snare from ASR-10 Produce de mas mejor. It's O.G. style again Freak it, pump it, bass out the carro Oh gee he's got more boom boom than charo Third el tres bring cuts to your face bro Hold down the needle with a penny or a peso See all the style used to create with One turntable and a broken 808, uh-uh (horns) Get Funky(x3) (horns) Get Funky(x3) Yeah. it's pretty good? That's Spanish? That's not Spanish, that was English. No, huh-uh, that's... that's Spanish. |
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I'm predisposed for abuse I can take it so bring the pain steady
The thunder clouds they gonna open and let it rain heavy I'm bringin' storms full of hail stones cyclones turning I'm shootin' lightning my fingertips got your fields burning Now I'm a stand back slam it and watch what I deliver The idle thoughts of the huero loco to make you shiver I got my mind on the struggle they tryin to make me fold I keep on freakin' and tourin' to push my record gold Keep money comin' is somethin' but what's the real earning I blaze the weed and love it to keep the wheels turnin' So what's up partner you know what you be doin's wrong Bitin' my homie O.G. and Delinquente's song The clock's tickin' for no man will time wait So do not test me cause you know not what's my mind state I take the consequence anotha level higher I stand back yo dust combust and catch fire... I'm takin it into battles daily fool You know what's up so do not step and try to play me cool O.G.'s in the back with scratches back to throw chingasos Hit it hard core like I'm trippin' pumpin' to throw putasos You don't know who be comin' up step in the ride Purro huero loco Delinquentes LowerEastSide Heard that O.G. and Blaxican got some dogs to drop And rip the funk like this until the madness stops I Adam 12 1 Adam 12 come in 7 Mary 3 It's outta control pandemonium delinquency I see these Latins and they're linin' up to do somethin' They're makin' moves like they're settin' out to prove somethin' But I ain't proving shit makin' moves yes but never the less The gloomy West wanna put me to the test Still these pop quizzes I'm passin' with flyin' colors And these nasty habits is snappin' to make the haters stutter Stick and move pursue that funky Latin groove That O.G. Style provides that shit is beautiful Oh shit sir it's the funk freakers They strangling the mic and they blowin' out my speakers I'm takin it into battles daily fool You know what's up so do not step and try to play me cool O.G.'s in the back with scratches back to throw chingasos Hit it hard core like I'm trippin' pumpin' to throw putasos You don't know who be comin' up step in the ride Purro huero loco Delinquentes LowerEastSide Heard that O.G. and Blaxican got some dogs to drop And rip the funk like this until the madness stops There ain't flare like mine I'm always buzzin' often stingin' and Fool you can't suppress no rest smoked out and drinkin' It's a day by day pure weed with no tobacco I move with speed and elegance knowin' who got my back though Don't run with fools who take chances the dance is on and I'm a I went from strugglin' hustla to strugglin' chart climber It seems like I can't wait for nothin' but I'm a persevere There's only heartache and sadness now is it worth it here? Now I'm a keep on rockin' watch and move along To keep on bumpin' and freakin' the delinquentes song Cause I got dreams and ambitions just like the next man My mission back on the road and freak the next jam I'm takin it into battles daily fool You know what's up so do not step and try to play me cool O.G.'s in the back with scratches back to throw chingasos Hit it hard core like I'm trippin' pumpin' to throw putasos You don't know who be comin' up step in the ride Purro huero loco Delinquentes LowerEastSide Heard that O.G. and Blaxican got some dogs to drop And rip the funk like this until the madness stops |
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Step back when I bring the swing
Like the american pastime That alow deliver to stack up black night Makin' all funky like a futa Hang four to you make more funky like a from free Masta blocked like a ketshup scream Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ The fake at the album collection lookin' lookin' Rusia, puro delinquente session )From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure Put on maleta, now I can see you Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party That is on town, is on town... That grows like the weels Can't loco with sprees Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me Ha, you can't beat me Fool, is so easy Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north So sit back and freest youself... CHORUS: Here Comes The Horns... (x 3) (Verse 2) Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted Some skin light man give me some psychedelic Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it Rappin' and --- is solamente we wanna ripp it You hit this tasted will you do to keep you suffer now Mio-mine, some very wine probe a good time They will do we though And all the shit we do Los delinquentes hoo.... (CHORUS) (Verse 3) El ritmo latino m? fino es lo que traigo Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo Yo puedo m? facil contigo sin mis amigos Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo Calmate cuate, yo tengo raz? Dime como quiere bronca con el m? ching? A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente Si me cruzas boom te tumbo todos los dientes... No se que menace is comin' is poppa si yo voy check it out Fuckin' like a flame, my habits, watch out better bro Comin' and they see me brazos de steel faction I still clamin' kickin' lower eastside section If moki wanna blood, fool your better brotha Cuz it's checkin' a bro, proudin' con nigga brotha Delinquent Habits' zoom at the north So sit back and freest youself... (CHORUS) |
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Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land
Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand some vatos that can handle themselves out on the road And I guaran-damn-tee you the spot will explode I wanna rock Sur Califa Midwest known to deliver Gettin stoned lookin' out over the Hudson River See we poppin' worldwide West to East Anywhere there's stomach acid in the belly of the beast Where teeth is grittin' rundown but still hittin' In their rides top tippin' with my cut straight dippin' Be the type to leave you dazed out blowin' snot bubbles Like a late-nite bud binge face down in the puddle If there's one thing I've learned in my travels that's ironic We all the same it's just we smoked different chronic We are carnales homes it's like you didn't know You're the reason I came I think it's time to flow I've been around in the game much longer than you can figure All across the map to keep my pocket book bigger The late-nite binges the all-nite party Daily gettin' twisted off the herb and Bacardi Rollin with my homeboys but they more like family Started in the West now to the East is where they're flyin' me A first class ticket we flyin' overseas Crossing the Atlantic feeling Germany's breeze Pissin' in the snow right down beside the Autobon Shook the spot in Hamburg ended up in Amsterdam Hit the skies again back home to my Califas A little champagne the huero's high off the reefa Let's take a little trip down south of the border Chillin' con mis compas tequila is in order That's how it goes now I'm headed back home Livin' on the road till my record sells gold No matter how you see it now it's quite the same You can tour with or for that platinum fame I give a damn about the fame homeboy now you can keep that I tour for the crema the masa the fucking straight cash Fame don't pay the bills that's on the real Only cash from my rola with that mass appeal I got all yall in my sights tonite You should be pumpin' like a hydro if all goes right I plan to rock my funky rolas from the gates of California Jams like a bug-a-boo all up on ya Passin' entrance aw you know I can't fight it yo I think it's time we go |
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[Verse 1]I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockersSellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flacaYour lady say she love you but you locked insideI heard you slipped they caught you rollin' with some dope in your rideYour
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from Delinquent Habits - Here Come The Horns (1998)
Somebody's knockin' on the door somebody's
ringin' the bell Somebody's knockin' on the door and we got em all scared as hell But you ain't gotta open up still I bust through Like a Mac truck rollin' over them guts En la back of la traila you know I got mis amigos Los camaradas to these Lower EastSide Angelinos Mis perros mi guardan Muerden know ladran feel a seizure coming on if I sick em on ya Soy Blaxicano Latino El Pistolero Snatch a crown off the king and wipe it all on my huevos Ankles I bust you best invest in a brace I'm makin' moves shake and bake and then I eat the whole plate I'm psyclone like a dog for his bone you take a piece of my pie Well then it's on y va star cabrone Cause when you're fuckingg with the bull it's the horns you get I gotta pierce that epidermis when I go for your neck (And I'm serio) a no lo crees pendejo te dejo Patadon a los huevos cacheton a lo sesos It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed Underated still I wreck your main frame It's mi costa wallah don't make a sah I'm about to put it on ya I came I'm gonna It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed Underated still I wreck your main frame It's mi costa wallah don't make a sah I'm about to put it on ya I came I'm gonna I'm tense nervous about my inside feelin' But I still keep muthafuckas dancin' on the ceilin' Watch the smoke rise Ives burned but still I Floss Delinquente compound the real high Fuego to leno leno to boca Bird finger flippin' trippin' off the chota Smooth with the west wind chest plate to vest in I smoke a toke of mari to my chest in I ain't violent mira I'm just a stoner Rockin' Lower EastSide sunny Southern California Flows start to rockin' if shit gets to poppin' Bloody knuckle style moppin' if teeth get to droppin' You could keep the style rockin with breakin' or loose lockin'Even if the pigs come knockin' we won't be stoppin' It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed Underated still I wreck your main frame It's mi costa wallah don't make a sah I'm about to put it on ya I came I'm gonna Chale me vale madre you fuck around I'll pull a hale Delinquentize todos Sur Cali So sit back relax put on your head gear Let me work this beat like an offic-ier It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed Underrated still I wreck your main frame I be that one huero loco psyclone in la mente Claimin el tereno feelin muy excelente See last year I took it straight up to your frente To penetrate your coco flexin con el huero loco Back up on the scene to smash your pipe dream You can run but you can't hide when my sac swings See it's the pendulum cuttin' baby shake their but and In fact tell you somethin' fool you ain't nothin' It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed Underated still I wreck your main frame It's mi costa wallah don't make a sah I'm about to put it on ya I came I'm gonna It's mi costa the West is reclaimed by this critical acclaimed Underated still I wreck your main frame It's mi costa wallah don't make a sah I'm about to put it on ya I came I'm gonna |
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from Delinquent Habits - Here Come The Horns (1998)
I fix my bass goes hardcore
down for cleek hi whose that enemeny pump through the speaker bass gets to pumpin rucas get to bumpin who's that rap king gets the party stop jumpin blasting through ya no need for the boo ya I hammer with the one knock the last shot through ya Step to the crowd I fell the strain dont you esso's in the moshpit feel for pain so don't get in my way baby because the loco is the one here to play baby my shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest tres delinguente's step into the madness (horns) Yo undas muchacho a bien des moeedos seme tres bonta a loco toeedos me pado de tomba no es deromba eco delingo a vesta confundoo she stay 5 with the 5 foot 10 one blaxican once again with the cocktail pin as I emerge from the deapths all around my son back lack yack crack hope to run altravest in the chest and the crews so much stress one blaxican on the scrongy old test hittin heart like a nastic swift like a zooloo thats what its like when a palm shot through you my manarism miled till the punks get piled my number one assasin fits the mad funk style me I play the back rode but I'm delinquente this is how I freak it when I'm speakin to the hente (horns) watcha ducha seme tres cooncha someones delinquente still a que de lucha freaky disces equals san oray O G freaks the beat the manyachees play fade it in snap on a essaw 10 produce the mach may haw so G style I can freaky pumpin bass out the carro oh gee he's got more boom boom than Charlo 3rd is tres bring cuts to your face hold down the nino with the penny to his waist see all the style used to create (horns) That's Spanish? No, that wasn't Spanish that was English No, uh uh, that, that was Spanish |
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from Delinquent Habits - Here Come The Horns (1998)
I fix my bass goes hardcore
down for cleek hi whose that enemeny pump through the speaker bass gets to pumpin rucas get to bumpin who's that rap king gets the party stop jumpin blasting through ya no need for the boo ya I hammer with the one knock the last shot through ya Step to the crowd I fell the strain dont you esso's in the moshpit feel for pain so don't get in my way baby because the loco is the one here to play baby my shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest tres delinguente's step into the madness (horns) Yo undas muchacho a bien des moeedos seme tres bonta a loco toeedos me pado de tomba no es deromba eco delingo a vesta confundoo she stay 5 with the 5 foot 10 one blaxican once again with the cocktail pin as I emerge from the deapths all around my son back lack yack crack hope to run altravest in the chest and the crews so much stress one blaxican on the scrongy old test hittin heart like a nastic swift like a zooloo thats what its like when a palm shot through you my manarism miled till the punks get piled my number one assasin fits the mad funk style me I play the back rode but I'm delinquente this is how I freak it when I'm speakin to the hente (horns) watcha ducha seme tres cooncha someones delinquente still a que de lucha freaky disces equals san oray O G freaks the beat the manyachees play fade it in snap on a essaw 10 produce the mach may haw so G style I can freaky pumpin bass out the carro oh gee he's got more boom boom than Charlo 3rd is tres bring cuts to your face hold down the nino with the penny to his waist see all the style used to create (horns) That's Spanish? No, that wasn't Spanish that was English No, uh uh, that, that was Spanish |
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from Delinquent Habits - Here Come The Horns (1998)
Check it out now
Hey, hey, troop style's hard to find I sit where we sit, it's time to go for mine See I remain in place wit shit so funky You could bite for days, my shit remains crunchy Good wit my own style, droppin' that Looky Lou's all hokin' but I stompin' that You's a c-copycat, now watch me take you thru to hell Must be out lookin' for biters in the big bad world I, am the one to take you higher To liquidisation, heart and desire Go 'head, light the fire, as I get smoke There ain't a way to stop the madness when I go for broke Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me You're the epitome of no identity It's about what you say and how you say it Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score I'm fed up with the old shit, gimme some new shit I won't sit, get off my grip See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones I come steppin' on the scene My Delinquent team, be here to elevate Even the fakes should get their soul get Rippin' up your frame, it's the critical acclaim Breakin' you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain 'Cuz there can be only one [unverified], only one to rule Bet the coon new G, witta steel that's new Yet some won't like the way I strangle the mic, though I won't funk the kids, can't fake the Gambino Kid, you must be kidding me It's a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me? We're goin' nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall Why can't you stand tall? 'Cuz I heard a distress call Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me You're the epitome of no identity It's about what you say and how you say it Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me You're the epitome of no identity It's about what you say and how you say it Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score Once again, I go fly thru the speaker Your style suck, fuckin' like a tweaker One grain falls, the rest soon follow 'Cuz everybody knows (Your wacked style's borrowed) It seems everybody write they're OG killers Everybody's flippin' big-time dope dealers (Versace) And Gucci, rollin' big time Lucci Big, steady sellin' out the real Now oh damn, now look what I've done Wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung You know who you are, don't front, just shoot hits Delinquent it's in the house, to rock this shit Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me You're the epitome of no identity It's about what you say and how you say it Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me You're the epitome of no identity It's about what you say and how you say it Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score |
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