You Don't Wanna Fuck With Us

[Lil' Rob]

What's up ese

It's Lil' Rob, Yogi, Frank V, Royal T

Spanish Fly and Silencer

Dropping the fucking bombs on your ass ese

Shit you can't fuck with

Ponle

This is how it's done

Low Profile number one homeboy

[Yogi]

Lyrics I manifest, not claiming to be the best

We can duel to the death without the ten steps

In the club wiping off sweat, alize what you expect

Hoes stroll, you know, with bacardi on my breath

Throwing up my set, commanding respect

Aiming at your neck, got you caught up in a wreck

I'ma keep on living just as long as my lungs breathe

Hey homey I'm hungry, these chicas don't love me

[Lil' Rob]

I kick back on the valley, streets of Southern Cali

Bottle in my hand, spray-painting up the alley

Time to fuck it up on a Friday night

Wake everybody up, fuck a Silent Night

Violent nights on the streets of San Diego

No need to say no, more homey lay low

I come in grasping, blasting, laughing, you're gasping for air

You're reaching for something but nothing's there

Fucking leva

[Chorus: Yogi]

You don't wanna fuck with us

Low Pro is the año, all up in your barrio

You don't wanna fuck with us

So rough, so tough, and we're bound to bust

You don't wanna fuck with us

I got a homey in the valley with an AK on stand-by

You don't wanna fuck with us

You see, we can rap this bum shit and hold your family hostage

[Royal T]

Straight gangster fool, big fool up in the yard

Shank the first fool that try to play hard

Make you my trick if you ain't down with the clique

My little homies ride any time we pull a hit

Teardropping tattooes, what my homies like

Fuck three strikes, we gonna bang for life

[Frank V]

Ese you don't wanna, fuck around cuz I'm gonna

Show you a new meaning of motherfucking street cleaning

Starting from the front of your block to the end of your block

Compliments of my glock, nonstop

Mayhem and terror, it's best not to tempt me

I got a full clip just begging to be emptied

From the trigger finger of the loc'd out Latino

Motherfucking Mexican, ese better guess again

Thinking Low Pro is joking, but we're loc'ing

Chronic toking, and automatic gun smoking

[Chorus]

[Silencer]

Feeling the pain all on your brain, and it happens again and again and again

And you won't know where or when I'm about to sin and I'm about to win

Motherfucker, it's Silencer from San Diego

I got the bow and arrow

I'm creeping, about to get ya with a flecha

Son of a bitch, too bad you're in the IUC

The one of a kind soldado, it's all about the big SD

You better be keeping away, you gotta be staying away

Low Profile, we're insane up in the brain

[OG Spanish Fly]

Run up and I'll get that man cuz I follow that gangster plan

Smoking in the homey's van, all up in and I got main command

It's time for some gangster shit

Watch me creep up on that bitch

Rolex and I'll take that shit

Bullets, better blaze that shit

Put it all around cuz we ain't ever going down like this

Mobbing till I die smoking

All fucked up in the mind and shit

Once again I'm back, drinking by the pack

That vato Maniac, sporting all black

[Chorus]