Local 580 High Ass Tha Fuck

[Chorus: PxMxWx (The Big Man)]

Local 580, Local 5

Local 5, Local Local 580

Local 5, Local 5

Local Local 580, Local 5

Local 5, Local Local 580

Local 5, Local 5

Local Local 580

[Lil Slim]

Here comes an all star rapper,

Blowin' blunts with "The Big Man"

I'm the dick slanger that these niggas just can't stand

Since I'm a fuckin' hustler bout bills and mills

They got buster ass niggas try'na test my skills

The Local 580 is where the gangstas dwell

When I'm not spittin' gangsta shit I got dope to sell

Cause I'm "Tha Lil' One" ready to peel one

Itchin' to pull the trigger, from my brand new gun

Smoke bailin' out my nose, feelin' real tore down

I'm "Thug'n & Pluggin" cause I'ma Ca$h Money clown

Tec-9?

[Tec-9]

What up nigga?

[Lil Slim]

Do me a favor?

[Tec-9]

What's that?

[Lil Slim]

Load me gun and motherfuck play a hater

Smokin' blunt after blunt

But I'm up on my game but

These scandalous ass hoes

Put dirt in niggas names

I'm so tore down, I'm so tore down

Damn! Pimp! I feel ya callin' cause I'm so blowed down

[Yella Boy]

I said to blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow me a gun,

Now smoke, now blow, blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow

Blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow

I need that bud in my life to propalize a situation

Hurry up in lite that shit ain't got no time

For no fakin' I'm down with Two plus One

That's the story we crackin' faces

Like Nate Dogg and Warren G

It's time to regulate the situation

Blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow me a gun,

Now smoke, now blow, blow me a gun, now smoke, and now

Blow me a gun, now smoke, now blow

Cause I heard that had them sac's in the bricks ya see

Nickel, dime, quarter even halves ya see

I like to smoke a blunt on a regular fuckin' basis

Take that bitch straight to my head, it makes me

Make many faces, now I'm walkin' up the block

Seein' Boo-Koo fiends, they can never boot me up

Cause, I'm a Third Ward King

Now the Edward Sweet in the cigar we use

I can never forget about the hoe, cause it makes it burn smooth and

I hope ya brought some incense, cause we gonna do it again

I'ma keep on boastin' my high, I'ma keep on makin' my head spin

I got sweet in the tires for my nigga Lil Slim

PMW is in the back with the "Juice in Gin"

Now pay attention to the next story, as it is told

Local 580 is on a mission and you know we stay blowed

[Gangsta Dee]

I say we back, and we still gettin' paid gee

Ca$h Money Family better known as Local 580

The real ass niggas that

[Mr. Ivan]

Piggy de pop up on that ass bitch!

[Gangsta Dee]

Nigga we the rollers, so motherfuck that dumb shit

I'm down with old gee's I'ma B.G.

Out the One Three, the set that I'm claimin'

You know it's really Valence Street

For those who don't know

B.G. is Baby Gangsta

If you try to play me I'ma play you like a pranksta

Baby and Slim they stand they grounds real tall

They look out for a lot of people so God's gonna

Bless y'all, but I'ma nigga bout gettin' paid

Them punk niggas gettin' sprayed

Them freaks come tweakin'

Without no money they gettin' laid

Cause I'm gettin' paid, that's all it's about

The Local 580 niggas will put a dick in yo mouth

I'ma heart breakin' nigga, I've been slangin' that iron

Well fuck o'l dog, cause bitch I don't mind dyin'

My nigga the Mannie Fresh will have ya jumpin'

Out of ya seat, he slam the dick in yo mouth,

Like he slam them funky beats

Well I'm a gangsta hoes be strugglin'

Better they be strivin'

I'm down with UNLV, Pimp Daddy, Lil Slim and Mr. Ivan

P-M-W a nigga that's about that pap

Some old Valence Street nigga's Suga Slim and Baby

Well I'ma Gansta with the Local 5-8-0

[Chorus]

[Kilo-G]

The Local 5 is gettin' high of the fire ass smoke

Smokin' the gangster fat blunts gettin' ready to break

You nigga's of a chunk, if you want some motherfucker

So check my nuts them me grabs me glock

The split yo fuckin' wig the fuck up fool

I get's ill on the real deal

If yo dog ass can't recognize I'ma have to propalize

A real gangsta situation , and bust ya me told ya not to step

Me gives a fuck so where my Neanors at?

That fire ass chronic had me trippin' again

Had me wantin' to grab my gat and

Bang them bitches still it start to clickin'

But it ain't no need to throw a hoe stroke

When I can smoke that weed, and stay constantly blowed

All the time, me keeps my nine, and it's on my mind

To bigge buck buck! don't even try to blow my high

Gangsta leave 'em paranoid and stumpin' him with my trigger

Bangin' up Bangvro, I'm killin' with my Uzi nigga

Because the fools in my click is dope

The Local 5 Mob is gettin' gangstaly blowed nigga

[Mr. Ivan]

Buckin' 'em on that ass for the Nine-Four

Mister Mr. Ivan nigga the gangsta from the 5-8-0

We kickin' blah blah! rollin' up a blunt full of that chronic

A slug you can find that where the Luger-9 at?

I got my fire gat, How the fuck ya think you can hit my swisher

A Hockey Mask murderin' motherfucker

Bitch, I hope ya got yo picture hmm

Yo brains all over the side walk

I only want to get blowed with the blunt in my mouth

Bitch I don't wanna talk

Situation kind of scandalous

I'm breakin' out the boy's so bitch ass can't get away

With the fuckin' madness, bluk bigge-de bluk

When the sound of my bullet hit 'cha

Hittin' straight from Luger for yo face

I don't give a fuck, give me a gun to blow my brains out

Smokin' on that chronic gettin' blowed,

You know what I'm talkin' about

You wanna get blowed with an Ninth Ward nigga the Gangsta

Strapin' up the weed pipe with a motherfuckin' hanger

Hmm, ya dirty Bi-tch, why the fuck you all on my back

Bluk-Bluk Bluk! yo janky ass all over the chronic sac

Smokin' out the blunt, givin' ya what 'cha fuckin' want

You at my tip, pass the blunt, I pass ya with the gun

Shoot you in yo head till you dead then I'ma blah!

Fuckin' with an Ninth Ward nigga I'm on yo ass!

[Tec-9]

Well if you know this or not

Shit's real hot, and all you suckers better hold up

Cause this track is swole up

Don't need nothin' but for my niggas to support me

Talkin' bout the Local 580

A group of gangsta ass niggas

That hang real tight, got a lot of enemies

Cause we doin' it right, stop in yo tracks and

Set you a few feet back, I got my glock, I got my glock

So nigga I'm bout to pop, before I got to get my serve on,

I need about an ounce of that dank, so I can

Get my fuckin' blunt on, called up Big Man ya see

Get in the Vile nigga let's chill, got to get smoked up

So that we can feel, the insides of a pussy

Before I start to stickin' I grab my lighter and

Start to flickin' to an fire ass blunt

So nigga don't stunt, and I'm smokin' to my eye's get swole

Cause a nigga from the Local 580 stay gettin' blowed

[Chorus]