San Jo 2 Tracy E

M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 408 baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 209 baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 408 baby. M-A-E, San Jo Tracy, Project affiliated 209 baby. How the fuck you gon' tell me this a No cruising zone? The low riding northsiders born And raised in San Jo. East side, west side, Throw up your ends. It's that south side Tracy Crazy Californian. Along the gates, ain't baby savage as fuck. On stage performing at the Cactus Club. Yeah I grab my nuts, busting them dope freestyles. I'm proud to be Mexican to me every day Cinco de Mayo. Silos Norteño style, Montezuma is the place. Where we almost caught a case, west coast 408. Bitch give me some space, I can't afford to Wait. Other than that your valley homeboy is feeling Great. Happy I ain't in the crate, missing on A meal cart. Still swinging my sword like a San Jose state sport. The Tracy Trot in a pool full of killer Sharks. Chilling like a villain at Roosevelt Park. M-A-E, San Jo Tracy, Project affiliated 408 baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, affiliated 209 baby. M-A-E, San Jo Project affiliated baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 209 baby. These grapplers know not to fuck with these Gangstas. Throwing up one and four fingers, that's Why they shake like vibrators. And break it down like a pound when my Feet hit the ground. 'Cause I crack crowns no Matter who's around. You probably don't agree but this my specialty. To take out enemies with a fist or a Squeeze. Of the trigger, nigga spine splitter, Dime hitter, rhyme spitter. I can get her to do what I ask That fast. Whiplash ain't got shit on me. Your boy Chess got game like a P-I-M-P. OG on these streets, I got my stripes on My sneaks. Get 'em clean by these freaks without Having to speak. That's why I smoke on the Best, repping the south and the west. Get respect like a check and I ain't never Been checked. You better watch how you step to This ghetto vet. Project affiliated, Made it hard with this hood star. M-A-E, San Jo Tracy, affiliated 408 baby. San Jo to Tracy, affiliated 209 baby. M-A-E, San Jo Tracy, Project affiliated 408 baby. M-A-E, San Jo Tracy, Project affiliated 209 baby. It's the hood star man, neighborhood wig splitter. Roll with the homies from the Deuce on Nina. Cyclone, the Mex Al Capone. After 408 homes, best believe it's on. I got my clika, hot slugs for your riba. My chrome strap make your ass a believer. I'm from the teal town, sharp side San Jo. With bandanas and gangbangers and low lows. That's how we roll man, don't get it twisted. Or end up posted in the mail court and Missing. Up in the wrong zone, slipping on the Wrong block. Shorty attack, Glock cocked, Pop pop. Another La Rata bites the dust. Didn't see the hollow fly when he caught it With the mud. Left in the blood stain, Should've known gang cold. These motherfuckers in Killer Cali, we sick ho. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 408 baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 209 Baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 408 baby. M-A-E, San Jo to Tracy, Project affiliated 209 baby.