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Ese 40'Z
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Catch The Light
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
that they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing shit, they must be playing,
fuckin mutt's gonna die tonight.
'Who trippin?' 'We dippin..' 'Thirty round clip in.'
Fuck em all, let em fly tonight...
'Skull crackin' 'Pistol packin' 'Mutts just actin..'
Somebody's gonna 'Catch The Light.'
(Ese 40'z Verse One)
It's nothing new, just another fucking clip to unload
I take a mutt's diss verse and flush it down the commode
I hear, motherfuckers saying how they putting it down
and got blocks locked up, straight controlling the town
but, I can't tell, when I'm rolling the streets
not a single mutt in sight, man yall fools ain't deep
'Rolling through whose block? You ain't rolling through shit.'
stuck on 'Joke Boy's' cock, while your letting em hit
and little 'Dopefiend' trying to go and drop some tracks
I'm smashing 'Bow Wow Tramps' while I'm spitting these raps
'Yeah, I seen the interview. Why the fuck you be stutterin?'
like a little nervous bitch, a hundred miles, heart flutterin
when all you do is imitate all the albums you hear
playing copy cat fake, while you're drinking your beer
and trying to throw a verse out, from a P.C.'d chump
little crumby ass gasto, doing time as a punk
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing shit, they must be playing,
fuckin mutt's gonna die tonight.
'Chumpy Loka' 'Milk-Dud' and 'J-Mutt'
Fuck em all let em fly tonight...
'Changa Loka' 'Carmelo Jota' straight up so-kass
Somebody's gonna 'Catch The Light.'
(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
I couldn't even understand the words up in his verse
learn how to mix the vocals down, and pull some cash out your purse
then buy a whole new style, cuz your rhymes are just bitten
claim to bark like a dog, but you purr like a kitten
little kitty cat lames can't get on my level
I spit the lumbre, spit the flames, known to dance with blue devils
so fuck a mutt, fuck a perra, fuck a lame panochera
you fools are barking real loud, but you ain't bringing the guerra
and 'P-Nutt' boy, ole little peanut head
I'm on your back mothafucka, under ink that's dead
and while you're up in the shop doing tats for your cash
your jefe's banging up your bitch, dumping shots in her ass
so fuck what you said, while you're feeling the scorn
crack your daddy in the head, and make em grow a new horn
unicorn ass poser, with his fairy tale hood
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and a snitch for a wife, the whole families no good..
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
that they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing shit, they must be playing,
fuckin mutt's gonna die tonight.
'Who trippin?' 'We dippin..' 'Thirty round clip in.'
Fuck em all, let em fly tonight...
'Skull crackin' 'Pistol packin' 'Mutts just actin..'
Somebody's gonna 'Catch The Light.'
(Ese 40'z Verse Three)
Little Flocks, Little Rasco, fucking pee-wee pups
Lazy snapped your fucking arm, and punched your teeth into mush
why you try and say we jump, when your bitch ass know well
I'll smash a bottle on that ass, little scared ass Novel
for little puppets on the low, who attached to the strings
who think, that they're immune to all the drama this brings
now you know that you're not, so take some fists to the face
like when I beat that ass on Washington, all over the place
go and pull your night stick, you little faggot ass coward
you're just mad cuz the homie 'Toon' was all up in her flower
'Na-Na' fuck that shit, he was up in her gutter
laying the pipe down in that bitch, pussy shiver and shutter
'Mothafucka!!!' and didn't use one rubber
dumping slugs in your hoe, fool I'm spitting the butter
we done fucked all your bitches, gone and popped out there cherries
done put the pipe down to your misses, clowning all of you fairies
'Who got a present at their spot, when they lit up the block?'
and caught some balas off the top, two little perras got shot
'Who went to work, with bullet holes, in their clothes and a frown?'
cuz they got lit up by a dwarf, a ghost, and a clown
and when you tried to creep through, with the twenty gage 'Bird'
'Who went and ran up on that ass, and kicked that shit to the curb?'
you ain't coming with the 'Kays' and popping off till it clicks
that's how we rollin in them days, letting off on you tricks
you bringin nothin, got no real subjects to be touchin
ain't got no truth for your discussion, damn yall fools are just bluffin
so bring that shit sissy boys, action speaks louder than words
go put a dick in your ear, and straight 'Fuck Whatcha Heard'
(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
that they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing shit, they must be playing,
fuckin mutt's gonna die tonight.
'Who trippin?' 'We dippin..' 'Thirty round clip in.'
Fuck em all, let em fly tonight...
'Skull crackin' 'Pistol packin' 'Mutts just actin..'
Somebody's gonna 'Catch The Light.'
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