Brownside - Do Or Die Lyrics
[Chorus]Gangster life in the cityYou know it's hard to stay aliveBecause we gotta do or die, oooohGangster life in the cityYou know it's hard to stay aliveBecause we gotta do or die, do or die, do or dieI roll around with big straps, I like to bust capsMake money, hit the *****, and bomb ass rapsI be in San Bernardino like a mother*****in nutAll these fools wanna kill me, and *****es wanna *****Damn, but I ain't trippin and shitI got a *****in calico with a hundred round clipAnd at my pad, I got this fine ass *****Long hair, big booty, with some big ol titsI don't be *****in around because I ain't no jokeA crazy mother*****er blowin indo smokeCuz it's me, Danger, I'm chillin like a vilainSmokin chronic, *****in *****es, and I'd like to do a killinIn my crazy ass hood it's an everyday thangEastside Trece is my mother*****ing gangHang, gettin paid, *****ing all these hoesLetting everyone know that we some *****in criminals[Chorus]I remember growing up in my crazy ass hoodNow it's time to put it down to make this shit understoodSimon loco, I think it's time to rollI got my homies down with it, and the rest in control13 ST, IUC, from the 213 all the way to SBIt's a do or die in the streets where I'm fromEastside South Central's where the petho pason24 non-stop, you gotta carry your gunBlack and white, hitting corners but to me that's all funRollin in the truck, got the glock sellin rocksOn the block, and I'm not givin a *****Gotta make that green anyway you canAnd I'm that Brown mother*****er with the master planSo you better not slip, cuz I'm lookin for a jackSo if you putos see me coming, loco go for your gat[Chorus]1-3, here comes even moreMy mother*****in homies breakin down he doorTalkin bout, who we gonna kill, and grab your gunWe gonna kill some *****in mejos just to have some funMy homies catch you from the front, I creep and crawl from the backPunk you for your sack, and peel your *****ing cap backInsane in my brain, cuz I'm straight do or dieDope money, *****ing *****es, and I keep on getting highStraight gangster flow, now you know, here I goCreepin, hittin switches, bumpin, riding lowDanger sittin shotgun, Crook's rollin up oneGot the rag-top down in this hot ass sunRollin, by the park we goHittin corners through the hood puffin on some indoIt's an everyday thing in the city where I'm fromTryin to do right, but always end up doing wrong[Chorus til fade]
