Buckles Up lyrics

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[Proper Dos]



Now can bounce like a bad check even when you have sex



I leave em crippled Frank commin triple X



Whats next from a long night of cruisin



I line em up and then I start chosen



Them firme hynas down for an all nighter



And they kick with motherfuckin wicked westsider



As we slide slide with that gangsters pride



Not a studio pimp with my girl by my side



Frank V I'm staight single, always down to mingle



Sharing is caring that's my motherfuckin jingle



You say you got a man yeah I always hear it



But see I got a plan and I can't break my spirit



So baby don't fear it cause tonight I'm bustin you



Your man ain't with you that's what he gets for trustin you



It's a mans world and tonight your my girl



So hit the three wheel motion and let the forth one twirl







[Chorus]



Hold your buckles up and raise your chin to the sky



Gettin ready to gangbang to this beat and watch this gangster glide



2x







[Mr. Sancho]



This Califa Thug show me love with the smoke bud



Smell the aroma of this smokin marijuana



Now Imma tell you somethin while your bumpin in your trunk in switchs



Bitchs wantin riches but they just end up in ditches, slash



Califa Thugs will make you mash



Take that P make you perky, leave your worries in the past



Now it's time to get high and drunk



And make you body numb because this nights begun



And these Califa Thugs will show you how it's done



From a flip of my tongue



I'm just blowin' and goin' andknowin'



And bitches be knowin that I don't know



And I always be comin' for something



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Kick it a while, true to my style



Low Profile kickin it a while



Thugs will make you bounce if the ladies want



A Sur Califa Thugs will make you bounce like a Chevy '62







[Grouch]



Openin up my eyes to another sunny day



San Diego, California, simon thats where we stay



Busters, haters, disrespecters, you need to stay away



Hustlers, Bangers, Slangers, makin' money anyway



That you possibly can cause you know that I'm that man



With an ounce in my hand, 6-1-9 be that land



Where you get that cronic, damn



Ain't no need for push and shove



Homie show me love



This Califa Thug



Smokin all my cronic bud, buzzin off my beer



Makin' them bumpin' tracks that I know you wanna hear



Is it so clear please don't push



So come in hear comin' in from the rear



All mest up with a suitcase



Put the car in rear, I charge in gear, I jacked a beer



While I get away wanna hear my say wanna hear my say



Smokin' and chokin' and puffin then takin' a hit from a big fat J everyday







Everyday homie you know that's how we do it in San Diego
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