"Throw Away Gats" lyrics
(feat. Low-G)
[South Park Mexican:]
Personally, I feel my people is cursed to be
Riders 'til eternity
My enemies tryna murder
Hot as an enfernity
But I clocked my doe verbally
Currently I push a Benz out of Germany
Tryna stay alive 'til I'm old and in the nursery
My dead homies wife said today's their anniversary
His blood on the seat done dried and turned burgundy
"Dead on arrival". There was no need for surgery
Purposely left to die in his Mercury
But he was the smart nigga on his way to university
It's hurting me, that he's lying in the earth beneath
It's fucked how we dying over turfs of streets
I heard this beat so I had to be first to speak
Helping my raza seems to be what works for me
Certainly I got killers doing dirt for free
Burst the heat 'cause I never learned to turn my cheeks
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
Fast life
My mom say's I'm a sad sight
Wake up and finish the beer I had last night
Glass pipes, surround my two-bedroom trailer
Doctor Feel Good I graduated from Baylor
With tailor-made suits, real loose, a gym with masseuse
My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes
We shoot you first, I can see that my future's cursed
At the club with the gat inside my ruka's purse
To the hearse or to the nurse
You bitches getting to my nerves
Mad 'cause my song came on and your girlfriend knew the words
You stupid nerds
We pushing birds
Aztecs run this universe
My people living blind 'cause every time they look it hurts
Now push "reverse" way before the two Benzes
Way before my bitch was wearing 8,000-dollar dresses
I was broke but happy
And now I'm rich and angry
'Cause you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't stand me
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
[Low G:]
En el segundo
Won't you come and step to my mundo?
Soy prisionero
Este jale por si me muero
Es mi destino
Leaving muertos en el camino
Soy assesino
Mi primo es el materino
Desiadado, watch your back porque soy mojado
Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del centro
Atracando con mi matraca
Lone-Star State that's my motherfucking placa
You heard about me ese vato si te mata
Como El Zapata a mi jente le doy la plata
Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se escapan
Con El Chedar nunca jueges con mi dinero
Saco primero soy mas weno que un marinero
I se me muero mama entiera me en el ghetto
[South Park Mexican:]
Dope House empire strikes again
You jealous bitches say "hello" to my little friend
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
Personally, I feel my people is cursed to be
Riders 'til eternity
My enemies tryna murder
Hot as an enfernity
But I clocked my doe verbally
Currently I push a Benz out of Germany
Tryna stay alive 'til I'm old and in the nursery
My dead homies wife said today's their anniversary
His blood on the seat done dried and turned burgundy
"Dead on arrival". There was no need for surgery
Purposely left to die in his Mercury
But he was the smart nigga on his way to university
It's hurting me, that he's lying in the earth beneath
It's fucked how we dying over turfs of streets
I heard this beat so I had to be first to speak
Helping my raza seems to be what works for me
Certainly I got killers doing dirt for free
Burst the heat 'cause I never learned to turn my cheeks
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
Fast life
My mom say's I'm a sad sight
Wake up and finish the beer I had last night
Glass pipes, surround my two-bedroom trailer
Doctor Feel Good I graduated from Baylor
With tailor-made suits, real loose, a gym with masseuse
My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes
We shoot you first, I can see that my future's cursed
At the club with the gat inside my ruka's purse
To the hearse or to the nurse
You bitches getting to my nerves
Mad 'cause my song came on and your girlfriend knew the words
You stupid nerds
We pushing birds
Aztecs run this universe
My people living blind 'cause every time they look it hurts
Now push "reverse" way before the two Benzes
Way before my bitch was wearing 8,000-dollar dresses
I was broke but happy
And now I'm rich and angry
'Cause you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't stand me
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
[Low G:]
En el segundo
Won't you come and step to my mundo?
Soy prisionero
Este jale por si me muero
Es mi destino
Leaving muertos en el camino
Soy assesino
Mi primo es el materino
Desiadado, watch your back porque soy mojado
Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del centro
Atracando con mi matraca
Lone-Star State that's my motherfucking placa
You heard about me ese vato si te mata
Como El Zapata a mi jente le doy la plata
Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se escapan
Con El Chedar nunca jueges con mi dinero
Saco primero soy mas weno que un marinero
I se me muero mama entiera me en el ghetto
[South Park Mexican:]
Dope House empire strikes again
You jealous bitches say "hello" to my little friend
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
To the gun show today
And bought a throw-away
It's time to go to war is what the homies say
A different beat, a different rap
A different fool, a different gat
Sorry but we're never gonna go away
