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Ese 40'Z
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Can't Quit Won't Quit
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
This is how they bust on the verses they be writing
in the streets collidin, mutts always hidin
'Pop-Pop' mothafucka this is how we talk
your flows in chalk, while you're rolling through whose block
can't quit, won't quit, gotta pimp hoes
you can't stop us gees, who be known to spit flows
can't quit, won't quit, puffing green dro
inhaling white snow, let the laser beams glow
(Ese 40'z Verse One)
Fool, I roll through the calles, Pecos Valle reppin deep
blued up, 'SUR UP', put a little mutt to sleep
I'm official in this guerra, call me Ese 40'z
yelling out mutt killa, while your scratching off the fleas
all my homies packing heat, in the 'Belly Of The Beast'
put a perra on her knees, to catch the light and rest in fleas
dissin all my enemies, cross em out and put a 'P'
for a panochera vieja, why you posing as a gee
you can show us how you hide, while your bitch is getting fucked
throwing out cha little lies, but you still ain't running up
all the while we're laid back, puffing blunts getting high
'What the fuck you talking bout? You don't let the bullets fly...'
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
This is how they bust on the verses they be writing
in the streets collidin, mutts always hidin
'Pop-Pop' mothafucka this is how we talk
your flows in chalk, while you're rolling through whose block
can't quit, won't quit, gotta pimp hoes
you can't stop us gees, who be known to spit flows
can't quit, won't quit, puffing green dro
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inhaling white snow, let the laser beams glow
(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
Pelon and inked up, I spit the knowledge from the streets
stupid hoes get smacked up, one eighty seven enemies
put your money in your mouth, pussy lips, fuck the rest
we empty cleeps on side, better practice your inglés
'Fifty One Fifty, Psycho Villains' make the trigger go click
got the lumbre for that ass, hit the gas and straight dip
Artesia, bald people, who be ready for cuetasos
bandido with two guns, now catch these balasos
got the black gloves, paño on the face when the gats bust
black hats, black hoodie, juras can't track us
all they heard was the shots, locos yelling mutts die, mutts die
bye bye, pull a homicide
once they see us drop a track, now they wanna drop a track
once they see us drop a track, now they wanna drop a track
'Who be creeping through the streets, with their paño fully creased?'
that be stiffer than a corpse, in the tomb of the deceased
it be me 'Ese 40 Ounce' I'll give you words to reminisce
knocking out your teeth, fool I'll show you where the dentist is
(Ese 40'z Song Outro)
Ha, ha, ha, something like that ese...
Something like a 'Sega Genesis'
Or kicking it at the beach where Venice is
'You know what I mean? Type of shit that rhymes with that homie.'
But um, anyways, yeah.. Now you know motherfuckers.
Fuck all these little mutt viejas and whoever wants to support em.
Shit.... Ese 40'z right here, get at me motherfuckers...
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