G'fellas (nino Brown & Slow Pain) - Don't Slip lyrics

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Don't Slip / G'fellas (nino Brown & Slow Pain)[Don Cisco]Yeah, uhYou knowHunLet's get this motherfucker started like this, ah(Verse 1)[Don Cisco]Well, it's the most underrated, west coast anticipatedFinally made it, sittin' on topAnd suckers hate itTo see us put it down for the streetsBut we gon' keep it underground, we steady packin' heatI'm a global savage, total package, who's the homeyOn the twelves, none else but DJ Tony himselfSon Baby Beesh, ridin' right on the side of meWith player partner Jay Tee, now we N2DeepSee, I ride around town and flossPut it down with a player named FrostAnd we never take no lossIt's the cost that they payFor fuckin' with them players from the Bay to L.A.Now this is what they say[Jay Tee]You see, we all about the money, can't take that shitWe gots a gang of veteranos, tryin' to make that hitWe forty deep, if you countin' cousins, we the dirty dozensOn the caper, we full time money makersStayed in the game when the chips was lowTo be a savage on the grizzind, is all I know (Uh)So young player, what they hit forNo matter what you got, you gots to get more (You know)Chorus: Don CiscoDon't tempt me, homey, don't slipIf you disrespect the dozens you knowWe gon' tripDon't tempt me, homey, don't slipWhen I'm ridin' with my cousins I empty the whole clipDon't tempt me, homey, don't slipIf you disrespect the dozens you knowWe gon' tripDon't tempt me, homey, don't slipWhen I'm ridin' with my cousins I empty the whole clip[Verse 2: Don Cisco]This ghetto life can't fade us, the streets is what, made usTook the game from the hood, and shot it out to Las VegasWeekend retreats with high rollers, real G'sStackin' chips, in casinos, Latino Gambinos like Tony GHittin' for G stacks at the crap tableThese boss macks, always ready, willin' and ableChampagne and chicas, jewels with the oro shinin'Leave a mark, like Zorro in the turf, when I'm grindin'I do it My Way like Sinatra, now I got yaAsk Biggie Smalls and 2Pac, Who Shot YaNo need for a vest, we cross the coast like Costa NostraSend me the bull, shut your boca, homeboyEs otra cosaI'm comin' through with the mafioso smashin'Little cannon, John Gotti, my main assassinI put it down for the scrilla, for the realerAnd ride for these playboys and die for my killersRepeat Chorus(Verse 3)[Slow Pain]Too many haters underestimate ChicanosMobbin' brown on my primos in the caza, motherfuckerBow down, we chop it up, with the sly, sick and wickedAces fool, puto, tell me who got poo, like I doAt the age of twenty-two, sniffin' glue, fuck your crewLove my crew, my crazy fools, actin' up, off the boozeThe money stealers, pussy poppers, fuck the enemyIn the fang, organize hooker hoe, Slow Pain[Nino Brown]I got ya back, homey, these motherfuckers don't know how to actWhen they see these Mexicans, mobbin' through in packsWith no (???) 'Llacs, we comin' deep up in they assAnd we killin' tracks, with an axe, you like broken glassNever gonna last, sucker, can you feel the raps, suckerCisco Mack, Nino and Slow blastin'Mashin', taxin', make a move and we blastin'Who wanna fuck with these dirty dozen Gs, uhRepeat Chorus Twice