LYRICS CANVAS Vamanos lyrics

Vamanos lyrics

Shoot me some work (Some work)And I’m a shoot you some getbackSo you can say“Baby Bash, yeah, he did that”That’s on my budsI always paid all my frontsAnd hell nahI don’t fuck with no scary punksCause loose lips ain’t chips in the barrioSometime, the grindSeem like a party thoughOn the turfOn the blockIn the cut, thoughBlock monstersDon’t give a fuck, broAnd I don’t even knowWho be workin’ for the piggiesSee, right now a dayEverybody turn snitchyAnd they don’t give a damn ’bout the reprocussionsLost six homiesAnd about twelve cousinsSome from L.AAnd some from BakersfieldSome from the BayAnd some from MackavilleDamn skippy on the jiffyTake it from a prophetStay on your toes when you in the black market

Vamonos

When the cops hit your block, boyVamonosWhen the heat, touch your street, boyVamonosHit the task, on your ass, boyVamonosAnd we run so fast

VamonosWhen the cops hit your block, boyVamonosWhen the heat, touch your street, boyVamonosHit the task, on your ass, boyVamonosAnd we run so fast

We vida locas where my homies be screamin’, I see demons onConcrete ?, servin’ clucks, cause they fiendin’I never leaving the pad withoutPacking mi cueteWillin’ to die for my blockLet them cowards come get mePlus real pandierosFrom all sides love itLivin’ this Merciless worldSo I put it on my stomachPour out liquor for my homies who dead, but not forgottenCalifornia gotPalms trees and beaches, but it’s still rottenPolice corrupt, so who should I trust?Just me and some real motherfuckers who down to bustGangstasHustlersThugs and dealersIn the projects, gotta stay grimey and pack heatersShoot the motherfucker cause the FED’s on the roofThe type of shitI been singin’ since 1992So vamonos, and blast him in the faceSo vamonos, we already catchin’ a case

Vamonos

When the cops hit your block, boyVamonosWhen the heat, touch your street, boyVamonosHit the task, on your ass, boyVamonosAnd we run so fast

VamonosWhen the cops hit your block, boyVamonosWhen the heat, touch your street, boyVamonosHit the task, on your ass, boyVamonosAnd we run so fast

I sell nickels, dime, gwhomps, shades, halves and shouldersTil me and all my partners, sell nothin’ but bouldersEvery two days, I must recopAnd bubble on the grindUntil I popI get the dope fiend moneyTo pump my gasIt’s five dollar bills when I wipe my assI just hit a lickFor real big fediI need to get up out the gameBut still, I ain’t readyI be hating how I’m livin’I’m knowing it’s wrongI know I need to listen to the name of the songBut straightin’ upJust wouldn’t be meI might not be in the penBut I wouldn’t be freeAll I do is spit nothin’ but realityJay Tee got that hustler mentalityI’m in the streets, if you need it, mayne, just hit meWatch what I do, when the police try to get me

VamonosWhen the cops hit your block, boyVamonosWhen the heat, touch your street, boyVamonosHit the task, on your ass, boyVamonosAnd we run so fast