Letras Land of the Skanless - Gonzoe, Kausion, Mac 10

Land of the Skanless

Everywhere I go I hear shots
Gats pop
How should we handle this?
Born in the land of the scandalous
But I survive and overlook dodging slugs
Cause fools trying to get my shit took
At 11:00 o’clock on the nose I hits the flo'
Kiss my ho
Stompers through my kitchen and light the roach
Exit the front porch to catch a morning breeze
While fumbling with my keys
Motherfuckers they yell «freeze» (nigga)
Now I’m on my hands and knees nervous
From the screaming, somebody heard us
But who the fuck would wanna swerve us?
Unless they heard about the hidden stash
All the goodies they thought I had
They runs into my pad
Nobody budged in my conflict as they blast down do'
(shiiiet)
And I’m wondering, «Hell if I’m next»
My ho, yelling since I couldn’t move I just laid
Fool had his twin gauge planted at her rib cage
(Bloaw)
Was the sound I heard
If they shot my bitch it’s on, that’s my word
These niggas got the nerve
Taking everything they can coming at me sideways
Got me laying down in my own driveway, damn
I gots to make my money in a bundle but stay humble
Keep my head on the swivel for these niggas in the jungle like me
Who see what I see
Cause nigga it’s all about family and keeping artillery
Feeling the addict
Automatics I’m acrobatic
It’s a habit nothing up on niggas and kicking static
In the street, head nuts, handlebars on feet
Deep roam the concrete from Compton Ave to the beach
White boys get beat for GT’s and scooter keys
Can’t fuck with the little ass G’s
Hunting for cheese I hits many degrees at any angle
Throwing up the west, motherfucker
We can tangle
Well alright, citizens of the ghetto. We are back to claim the west side.
And I am the west side connection. Home of them extra real niggas named
Kausion
My money’s on short, I creep with the needle on E
Banged up in the LTD
I need a whole ounce of yay to start off the day
Nigga hopped on the ten speed and banked down a one way
(Nigga what you got?)
Homeboy what you need?
It’s the way out in out in hell to make your chest bleed
The fiends stay sparked up, the whole hood is marked up
To let fools know this motherfuckers sewed up
Standing on post trying to serve my shit
The little homies patrol the hood just for the hit
It had to be the wrong time and the wrong place
Now there’s fo' baseheads staying right in my face
Just like that, «Hit the ground, motherfucker»
I couldn’t do shit and I can’t play a sucker
The neighborhood clucks got the upper hand
So if it’s my time to go I’ma fall where I stand