If I Had It My Way - Bozo

I’m up early in the morning trying to get my shine on

Mob three to the dome, so there’s shine to the dome

Look at my chrome like I’m glad it’s my own

It’s New Pick I call home and where I love to roam

Rub my girl on her ass with a look come on

Let me take you to the shower, gotta hit before I’m gone

It just turned 11:30 and the streets they got a life of their own

I ain’t acting like I ain’t seen no setbacks

But I grind so hard

I gotta get it right back

And it’s a well known fact

I gotta eat like that

They say home is wher it’s at

So the hood got my back

Looking at prison photos like Vago wher you at

Caught a case a while back

Who would’ve guessed Scrappy he would’ve done us like that

But you know how it go, real soldiers get it back

50 cal, I’m a monster but I’m cool like that

And if I had it my way

I’d get paid all day

I’d blow dro all day

I’ll tell my boys it’s okay

I’d open up the gates to every prison in my state

I’d buy my neighborhood a crate

I’d get lifers release dates

Money on my mind

Foo you fucking with a sicko

Black ski-mask, sack of kush and a pistol

Blowing a lot of smoke

Ese guess whose back?

With a hundred round clip

That’ll wipe you off the map

I’m a straight up G

And Maderas where I’m from

And unless it’s a body bag

You won’t get none

Got a sack and a drum

Living life on the run

Watching times get crazy

Living life by the gun

Just woke up and I’m looking at the facts

Got 28 grams and I’m breaking up sacks

Gotta hustle for my chips homie

We ain’t on the same page

Chips ain’t stacking up I’m forced to get the 12 gauge

Southside homie better act like you know

Loading up the Mac-90

Puff-puffing on some dro

Can’t find a way out

Cause I’m caught up in the game

Getting high watching time fly

Things will never change

And if I had it my way

I’d get paid all day

I’d blow dro all day

I’ll tell my boys it’s okay

I’d open up the gates to every prison in my state

I’d buy my neighborhood a crate

I’d get lifers release dates

Ese Villen es mi nombre

Ese Villen es el hombre

Ese Villen you know he’s hungry

You want some with Ese Villen

Then ese show me

Blow me chavalitas

I’m just here to rock the booth

I ain’t a blood or a crip

I’m just a black south side cholo

Whose in their town

I ain’t a no fucking clown

I will lay your punk ass down

Silverlake my stomping grounds

If you fake we popping round

leaving frown

And black funeral gowns

by the pounds

Nothings out of bounds

You always remember that you have four downs

To complete the play

We compete for pay

Tires repeat with hay

Another dollar another day

Dame mi respetó

My crew be quick to wet yo your wife

Fuck your boy, fuck your life

And if I had it my way

I’d get paid all day

I’d blow dro all day

I’ll tell my boys it’s okay

I’d open up the gates to every prison in my state

I’d buy my neighborhood a crate

I’d get lifers release dates