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street lights - g perico & dj drama lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
i’d like to welcome y’all out
to la gangster
g perico
yours truly, coach dram madden
let’s run these plays up, y’all ready?

[verse: g perico]
street lights shinin’ on my face
run across the marble floor when they raid
ain’t tryna see the usp
i know my phone tapped, who that? i’ma call you back
bond no. 9, got the dogs on my trail
where my n*ggas at? sh*t, they all in jail
i’m hearin’ n*ggas gettin’ out that got no bail
heard he lookin’ at life, i hope he don’t tell
lil’ n*ggas thirteen tryna g*ngb*ng
they lookin’ at me, hope they turn into the same thing
big og ballin’*ass n*gga
wish fortune and fame on all my young n*ggas
5 a.m., seen a swat team
thank god that the spot clean
we in ochos rios on the black sand
playin’ cops and robbers with the pack man, yeah
life hard for a black man
tryna do the right thing, but he still tapped in
tryna keep it real, what the f*ck do that mean?
do i worry ’bout you or do i worry ’bout me?
paper plates on a feb. with a fake id
i hear n*ggas talk, but they not like me
went to soho, shipped a low*low
hittin’ switches in the mink just for promo
my face in the precinct
what up, cuz? blood? i’m off a bing*bing
interrogation, five words, “we ain’t see a thing”
that’s the law that you follow when you in the streets
we don’t follow false prophets in the industry
n*ggas talkin’, but we poppin’ at the enemies
when it’s done, we gon’ meet up at my b*tch house
we carry guns, when it’s up, air this b*tch out
we got big money, y’all n*ggas got big mouths
when it’s up, we gon’ show ’em what the clicc ’bout
burn rubber every time a n*gga tip out
big cars, big chains
big money, big house, big rings
five felonies, two strikes, seven digits
don’t compare me to these n*ggas that wasn’t ever with it
ain’t slept in my bed in months
when the summer come and it get hot, we gon’ tear sh*t up
deuce mac in the mdc
sayin’ n*ggas in the unit playin’ me on the mp3
that’s gangster music, that’s bangin’ music
n*ggas in the benz twistin’ up they fingers to it
real n*ggas on they sh*t, gettin’ paid to it
and move in a neighborhood where they racist to you (gangsta)
hahahaha

- g perico dj drama lyrics

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