California Streets at Night

RTLS©
Producer: Panic L.A.
Producer: U-Over
Lyrics:
[intro]
Walkin’ through the dangerous streets of California.
What r u saiying man, those in Spain are worse.
What the fuck are you saying man?
[starts singing]
Alone, walkin’ at night,
I see, everyone delight’,
I come from Spain, my English is bad,
Guess what, I don’t give a fuck.
At thirteen
They start smoking weed,
It doesn’t affect me.
They think they’re rude
With their motorcycles
But they are very scoop,
They lack a lifecycle.
They brag about fuckin’
What they don’t know
It’s done with slappin’
Marta is a whore
Everybody knows,
AIDS is a deathblow.
Lazy assholes, they’re talkin’ trash,
Guess what, I don’t give a damn.
Now it’s California’s turn,
Be careful, it doesn’t get burn.
Thirteen young boys are dopemans,
In my lands they want to be bat-mans,
Gang signs begin to be sent,
They fuck without their parents’ consent,
Who cares, damn ignorant pricks?
If they only know how to suck dicks.
Run to their house, grab their gun,
Now it’s pointing at your ass,
It doesn’t matter you’re in my back,
We kick them, we run away,
To your mother I’m fucking, that’s what I’ll say.
With dope sales they buy a 64’
They want to slap a whore into the hoe
We are not from compton
Not from Los Angeles either.
And we don’t use a beeper,
Grand stairs, bottles of rum.
Remember, I don’t give a damn.
I don’t give a damn you suckas!