G. Solorzano
To be yapping’ in my street
See my crew is mad deep
And we’re always packing’ hear- heat
Running your mouth messing’ up my party
I lick one show and leave you red on the street
You don’t even know me
To be fronting like you do
It leaves me no resort but to bust one in your crew
Cause
Blam – blam
Blam – blam yo les doy
And when a fight breaks out well
I know I got my boys and
Whoa
Oh, what can I say?
Living on the west side well you know
It ain’t no game
I said whoa
Oh, shat can I say
Straight Phoenix Thuggin well you know that we don’t play
The boys are out tonight
There’s bound to be a fight
And when a fight breaks out
Whose gonna have your back tonight (x2)
We’re just trying and yes we wanna keep the peace
But there’s always some mother fucker just hating on me
Don’t hate the player
Boy hate the game
Cause its up to you to hold your own and keep your lady on a string (x2)
We can bust a hot one
Just tell ‘em to bring the shotguns
Or we can bust a square one
But if you’re scared then run