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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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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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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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| 5. |
| 3:34 |
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| 6. |
| 4:06 |
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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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| 4:10 |
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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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| 4:22 |
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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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| 4:14 |
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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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| 5:24 |
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| 15. |
| 3:27 |
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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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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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| 4:03 |
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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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