O.g. Spanish Fly

O.g. Spanish Fly - Down for Whatever lyrics

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(feat. Lil' Joker, Silencer)



[OG Spanish Fly]

What's up ese

It's that vato OG Spanish Fly

Chilling with Lil' Joker off that 805

Silencer coming from that 619

Anyone got a problem with that can eat a fat dick



[OG Spanish Fly]

This is for the drug dealers, hustlers, busters get no love

When you see me rolling through your hood you'll catch me on some dubs

Spanish Fly, Mad Dog, Maniac it's all the same

I be flipping off the cops in my hood, it ain't no thang

This some baller shit, bump it loud when you're in your ride

If you got a hundred thousand on it, bums I wonder why

Don't trip potatoe chip, get your clientele and sell

Make as much money in a day and you'll do well

To the thugs, keep it gangsta rolling in a coupe

Me and my homey Mad Dog, we stacking loot

This is Low Profile, we run this motherfucker

From SD to Osland, no need to roll with suckers

It's 2000 now and we keep it for the streets

We bumping and banging, and mashing to some gangster beats

We keep it real, we pack that steel

Maniac, Mad Dog, we out to make some bills



[Chorus x2: Lil' Joker]

Oh please, we stack cheese, fool we make cheddar

Low Profile, no one can do it better

We keep balling, banging serving you heat

Real ass G's who you wanna be



[Lil' Joker]

Well now we're rolling, holding, loc'ing, homey tossing up the gang sign

Mad Dog, Maniac, two locos on a hoo-ride, g-slide

Laced in a Coupe DeVille

Wicked motherfuckers with some juice to spill

Can I thrill, chill with some real G hustlers

Gang-bang thugsters, got you roughed up huh

Dubs in the pocket, homey back up off it

Low Profile, Royal put me up on it

As I come with flows, rolls, rhymes, and one lines

Homey put it down 805 to 619

Maniac my waniac, homey where you at

He got a fat sack, homey light it in the back

Cuz the one time knows I'm from out of town

But I blend in smooth cuz my color is Brown

So keep hustling homey, gotta make them ends

Mad Dog, Maniac, in the game till we win



[Chorus x2]



[Silencer]

What's up now ese, Silencer coming at you

You wanna test mine, if you do then I'll snatch you

Southern Cali baby, making money all day

Smoking marijuana with my thugs all day

Anyways, back to the verse

I continue to dispose all the enemies and foes

Rolling deep in a blue '63

A crazy motherfucker wearing locs, that's me

I'm creeping around in Diego

I'm coming around with an arrow

I'm down for San Diego, tu no sabes like a pencil

Mi sueƱo es malo, strap the hollow

I'm the Silencer y yo controlando

Soldados on a mission, there is no competition

You better keep away, you wanna be like me, keep wishing

I'm the Silencer so fuck the rest

As to all you motherfuckers, bitch fuck the rest



[Chorus x2]
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