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What's up Vicious

We're just back up here in the studio dumping tracks

Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking tracks

We gotta kick a track to tell these motherfuckers

How we live everyday life in Dago

So why don't you bring that motherfucker in

Yeah

That's what I'm talking about

Some gangsta funk

Some everyday life funk

You know what's up Vicious

How we get high, drunk

Just peep the ways of the sick

Yeah

From the dark side of SD, you all know me as the Sombra

Striking motherfuckers like a cobra

Hold the fuck up if you think you're gonna ride

With this young money making hustler banging in the Westside

Till I die, I'm gonna be known

For busting raps, applying weed, and busting caps on my foes

In another state of mind, but can you blame a fool

I already made a million dollars and never attended high school

I keep cool until a motherfucker tests me

Tripping of sensi, leave your body messy, Smith and Wessy

Won't let me sleep, she's quick to trip

On any motherfucker thinking that he's creeping, no bullshit

So hit the joint, hold it in and pass it to the left

Make a phony fool feel like it's his last breath

Fast death when you step out of line

Straight out the 619 where gangsters keep it live

At any time so check your nuts when you're heading five south

Cuz the money making schemes is what it's all about

[Chorus x2]

It's the one man battalion bringing all the warfare

Come around my block and feel the tension from the cold stare

Beware when you come to the 619

Where motherfuckers do time for violent crimes

I kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these haters

Drink alize and smoke weed with true players

Fakers better hide when they come to the Westside

Another fallen victim to a homicide

It's Mr. Shadow putting it down for Beyond

I'm a motherfucking soldier, one little word and it's on

Bring it on if you want to

You better blast or your heart is gonna stop soon

Make room for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blisters

Watch as I blitz ya and hit ya, God bless ya

I tried to tell you little bitches not to test my skills

Now you're calling up the dentist for a new grill

Feel the pain when I storm like the rain

I smoke Mary Jane and I love to gang bang

Hang with my dogs, straight break laws

Take up all odds and unload on all frauds

When duty calls you know that it's a must

To bust on any motherfucker that you don't trust

Come on

[Chorus x2]

Pay attention, don't interrupt or get jumped on

Wicked San Diego is the city that I come from

California, the State is Golden

Thirty eight snub with hollow points is what I'm holding

Smoking weed till my lungs bleed, I need a breather

Underneath the seed I got a baggy full of reefer

Leave a motherfucker numb from the fumes

Of this drug that I abuse and that I need to use like shoes

No clues to check me down, so stop hoping

Hope you have a better chance of finding your lady getting poked

Ain't that a bitch, a little dog chasing it's own tail

It's on my little enemy with the WT cartel

Clientele keep coming, Dago's most wanted

For all the fucking drugs and those riots that I started

Charted number one on the top ten fugitives

All because I roll with bald headed balling lunatics

Crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror

Oh the ride when we slide, I am your superior

[Chorus x2]

Haha

Yeah

So that's basically the way it goes everyday in Dago

And if you can't take the heat stay the fuck out of my city

You petty minded motherfucker

We break rules, and you fools

AP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs bitch

Haha

Yeah