LOW PROFILE GANGSTERS

LOW PROFILE GANGSTERS - Bustin' Off Shots lyrics

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[Lil' Rob]

Hey what's up homeboy

Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey

Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed

Spanish Fly and Point Blank

Putting it down ese

Yeah

Mexicano style

Simon

That's how we do it

[Lil' Rob]

San Diego, Southern California that's what I represent

Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest, Mexicano born with the badness

Putting it down for the Brown, putting it down for my town

La coloña, holding the corona from SD to Arizona

Que onda, chichonas, nalgonas, cabronas

Where you at, Lil' Rob be the fucking bomba

Smoking up the mota, watching out for chotas

Black guys on my ass again cuz I'm that crazy Mexican

[Yogi]

I remember how it all began

I used to bust raps to my East County friends

Now back then, you knew I couldn't stop that rap

I used to rock the instrumentals while my homies scratched

I wrote my first rap at the age of thirteen

Grew tall and got hairy, now I got a goatee

I was the homey, I know you used to know me

I put it down in my town, I know you've heard of Yogi

Busting off shots, running from the cops

I don't plan to stop until I see you vatos drop

[Chorus x2: Yogi]

Busting off shots, running from the cops

We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop

Busting off shots, running from the cops

We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop

[Royal T]

Homey uno D, by three pack a bandit

Five o'clock gravy homey can you fucking handle it

From SD to LA, back to SD

Fool you know my name, that vato Royal T

[Point Blank]

Lowriders hopping, records still be popping

Keep the spot piping hot until you motherfuckers drop

No joke, I go for broke straight O-Side repping

Busting like automatic weapons at rap sessions

For real, lyrics are steel, bitches scream my name

Talk shit and feel the flame, Point Blank in the brain

What

[Silencer]

Stick em out, knock em out

Let you know what I'm all about

Silencer with the rap

San Diego on the map

Stick em all, kill em all

Guarenteed to buck em all

This is how it's gonna be

None of you can fuck with me

[OG Spanish Fly]

OG Spanish Fly aka Maniac

Representing Low Profile 2000

Biatch

[Chorus x2]

[Frank V]

I stay ready, so I never get ready

On the grind all day, I stay committed to confetti

Hitting corners slow, chopping it up on the celly

Iced out, cooler than Arthur Fonzerelli

Rims spinning, bitches grinning at my spinning

Haters hating and I got the pork chops tail-gaiting

Trunk full of cash, a pound in the dash

Nine milli on stash, got no choice but to blast

[Bandit]

I don't give a fuck fool I'm coming in how I'm leaving

You don't want none of this, I'll leave y'all bitches half breathing

Bitch I ain't teasing, I'll lift your soul when I spit

I'm a Southwest lowride cold blue Crip

Now y'all gonna trip, but I don't give a fuck no more

I'm on the news kicking down your concert door

Just letting y'all know I handle everything in the streets

Man you're lucky that I'm whooping your ass over this beat

Look at you drowning in your own shit

Low Profile got style and we don't quit

This here a hit, you gang bang, we gang bang too

You bring the heat, we bring the heat and disrespect you, disrespect you

Look at you drowning in your own shit

Low Profile got style and we don't quit

This here a hit, you gang bang, we gang bang too

You bring the heat, we bring the heat and disrespect you, we disrespect you

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