Catch me in the bar, you sleepwalkin' without no stoppin' Chevy hoppin', lockin' frames and droppin' Like a buster in the yard, it's a fuck my regard My blue rag keeps me tall when I bang behind walls Sixteen bars under the stars, keep my blue rag tangy And I flop, throw out of cars, wait companions at the canyon to see And Southern Cali buzzin' just can't take Hundred degrees in the valley, bring your bus to wasted line meet No assistance in this rad biz, I got the blue handkerchiefs, but don't walk like Crips

We slip into the county and ship to the pen And still put the word in with the blue raggin' friends And since when you seen a buster up in the same street?

They don't exist down here, we're livin' buster free

So grab your blue rags and raise them up in the air.

Cause there's some party down here.

Fuck a buster up there.

Now fuck a party down here.

Fuck a buster up there.

Now wave your blue rags like you just don't care.

What's this?

Now we're tripping from the violence we lost, cause these busters wanna claim a single ass coat.

So walk the party down here, fuck a buster of them.

Now wave your blue rag like you just don't care.

We're dipping and we're tripping from the riots and notes.

Because these busters want to claim a single west coast.

So fuck the front.

Back side to side.

Here comes that rapper with real guns in his ride.

Staying bust of creeps till the day I die.

About to test, but I won't.

testify I'm coming straight from the land of chains and bats a hundred proof I don't kick it with lames and rats hooked up with Sleepy Milo now it's time to erupt

Turned off my headlights, now your body was fucked It's that gang bang shit with a musical twist There ain't a buster in the world that can fuck with this A lot of pooh-poohs got mad when her last shit dropped Even a fat white Jew had to call the cops And if you got her back, then I guess we got beef But I'm a gangster motherfucker and I'm armed to the teeth And I never hesitate to pull it out and fuck em If you ask my opinion

I GOTTA SAY FUCK ON IT!

Just don't kiss.

What did he never drink in front of?

Why is he low?

Does he bust his wanna claim?

A single has helped so much I'm already down here, fuck a buster a bit Now wave your blue rag like you just don't care

We're dippin' and we're trippin' from the bias, you know.

Cause these Bucs just wanna claim a single West Coast.

So I'm rollin' with Giants, he's back on the callus.

Bucs could have made him even though they had prime.

So we ride to Busterville, hit up the hood on the fifth.

Mexicans 1-3, CP Milo, we can't wanna bet.

I'll jack a beat with Frank B and Mr. D. So I flee to the Southland of Southern Palm Creek.

Met all the youngsters tryna sport that red They wanna perish in roulette with the valletto vet You get checked, little punk walking through this city Disappear into my trunk like the great Houdini Southland On my beanie was a nasty sock Before I fed his red drops to my gangster dawg And teach them gangsta laws and let these little fools know That we bang for the south and the busses roam north They wanna claim one cali

I sing on West Coast, but I'm keepin' and I'm trippin' from the bayou to North.

So fuck a party down here, fuck a bust up there.

Now wait.

If you rag, then you just don't care.

We're dipping, now we're dripping from the vine.

This is all because we bust.

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just don't get with it and now we're tripping from the bias you know because he's buff

is wanna claim a single West Coast.

So fuck a party down here.

Fuck a bust up there.

Now wave your

You rag like you just don't care.

We're dipping and we're dripping from the bayou to yours.

Now wait, you're blue.

Rag like you just don't care.

We're dipping and we're tripping from the riots and lows.

Because these buses want to claim.

I gotta say fuck.