Central Coast Clique

Central Coast Clique - Gangsta Shit lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Triple C clique droppin' somethin' to bump

Just giving you a taste of the Central Coast fuck

See it's time to ride, Imma take you city wide

Cause my verse is flowing trough the wicked southside

From the 8-0-5 to the 2-1-3, puttin' it down

See alot of Triple C

Dedicated to my homies every wagon stone

Dedicated to the hoes that love to flow

Cause I love to drop the shit, the shit will make you ill

Stayin' true to my game, and my game is truly real

Real uh? Real hard and fast

Passing fony clique's like a thing of the past

See, were coming up smooth, with the gangsta groove

Just layin' it down, without a thing to prove

So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit

Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit



[Chorus x2:]

Can't get enough of that gangsta shit

Triple C, steady droppin' hits

Can't get enough of that gangsta shit

Fuck with us, and get a busted lip (bitch)



[Verse 2]

Teerin' it up? naw the same old shit

Another hit comin' from the clicka Central Coast Clique

Walking down the street's blowing motherfuckas up

Your talking much shit, and you can't get enough

Pissed off cause a rhymin' every time

Not once in a while, but on every line

Mixing, rhyming, is every thing to me

1-3 style, won't rap for free

I do it my way, Central Coast way, all the way

To see if another mexicano rapper makes my day

Fuckin' it up on the microphone, stutt-stuttering anything

Better leave that shit home, and take a lesson from mexicano's that know

How to drink down, smoke, and fucking flow

So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit

Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

From city to city, block to block

Buster dropped, to the sound of my glock

Just letting all you putos know

You gotta slow your roll, and start a gangster kinda stroll

When you live in the Central Coast, the shit is all good

But being Mexican, I miss understood

So I use my verse to get my point across

The Central Coast Clique, you down, or get tossed

It's a motherfucking family

Triple C, and that's the way it's gotta be

Keep dropping hits and taking toast's

Drinking shit, and pumpin' out smoke

Dropping shit up on whatever you do

For whatever you do, keep your fucking game true

So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit

Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 4]

It's somethin' about the Central Coast sound, huh?

Feelin' the beat when we get down

Flowin' to a motherfucking b-a-shit

If you got no rhythm, then you might as well quit

Step off the mic and off stage, and while your at it

Check at the crowd and check the guage

Fucking it up like we always do

Some down ass homies and your damn ass crew

So keep your ass off the mix, bitch

Or you'll find your self in another fucking fix, bitch

Fony motherfucker, studio gangsta

Little trick ass bitch, motherfucking ranker

I never told a lie when I'm flowing on the mic

Your daddy is a queer and your mama is a dike

So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit

Cuase you can't get enough of that gangsta shit



[Chorus x2]
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