I Need A Cuete (Lil Cuete)

[Intro:] That's right Southside Gangsta gangsta Southside Gangsta gangsta Southside Gangsta [Hook 1:] In These times, of hate and pain I need a cuete, to get me through the day A .24, will do okay 24 ways to put you in your grave [Verse 1:] We strapped with mac daddy's, AK's, and hand guns Turn around look around, we gangstas having fun Stupid mother fuckers trying to play hit with a glock El dyablo made me do it, slap you with my glock Throw your ass in the trunk, simon, we counting shots Smoke your homie down the block, bumping room let him rock Pick up another ho, let the trigger take it slow I'm a take the I-5 southside to mexico No witnesses to the crime, no evidence, we don't trip Cause they never found the bodies that we stack in your woods Now we lookin for the bitches with the big o cheeks She's talkin about "I love him", these hos want my riches But you ain't getting shit, you bitches better strip My whole clicka's in the back, and everyone of us is strapped We got extra beer, I'm hard as a pit I got a dollar for that ass so you better shake them tits [Hook 2: x2] Throw your barrio in the sky Wave it to the left, wave it to the right I don't give a fuck I got my two nines, they don't give a fuck Said "who's down to ride? who's down to bust?" [Hook 1] [Verse 2:] Now who the fuck wanna mess with this? Get blessed with this Nine mm mack 10 with a fully loaded clip Strolling down the street, on my two feet Looking for those putos who shot my homie strip I know where you kick it at, I know where you live What goes around, comes around, payback's a bitch That's how we do it, fuck my enemies Fled the murder scene with my glock 17 A mi me vale madre, southsi es mi vida Saco el pinche cuete que te mata como SIDA Me tocas de repente, se pasan de bolada Somos notorious, fumando marijuana I don't know why you bitches trippin I got my two nines handing out stitches Almost got sparked, as your imagination wishes I don't know why, southside is the deepest [Hook 2: x2] [Hook 1] [Verse 3:] Twenty five [?] for murdering mother fuckers Bangin in my cell, mexicans got the power Locked up in this house, killing one another Fuck it, might as well, I'm a southside rider Can't fuck with no ratas, punk ass chavala "this is for the raza," you ain't got no palabra This one goes out to all my homies doing lifetime For walk-bys, homocides, and all the fuckin drive-bys Homie I'm a gangsta, killa from the southside Keep it on the down low, put that on the double nine When you're left to play, the only way to die, high Won't even hesitate, don't even let shit slide So when you come around, at the wrong place, at the wrong time You get blasted, take your ass down, with the body in the casket With no time to sign it, what, damn you got blasted What the hell? [Hook 2: x4]