Buckshots - Cng

12 o clock on the dot in Pomona

Ghetto bird looking down all up on us

It smell like marijuana everywhere I go

Ghetto boys in every corner pull up by the liquor store

Get it rowdy now its on and its scrappy

Don’t try to break it up bro just let it happen

Believe me, you don’t want to get in cross fire

Nowadays everybody passing from cross fire

Crazy street six piece everybody pass you

I don’t even bank for everybody that be asking

But I done seen a lot of things

You can call it what you call it

You can think what you think

Lil bitch

It’s CNG in this bitch

Two seat be the clique got em saying who this

Lil bitch

I got them saying he the shit

Don Saulo made the beat and he told me kill this

On the way

Because young C never play

If i say imma do it then I do what I say

On the way

One thing that i learned on dirty blocks and dirty hoods is to never hesitate

Ok ok Imma get it ok

Put it down on my mama Imma get it all the way

Every day all the way til they put me in the grave

Give a damn what they say tell them all I’m on the way

Fuck out my face

I got enough problems living in the hood boy make no mistake

I try to keep my mind and body doing good but it seems like today

Motherfuckers wanna talk wanna test

Boy make no mistake

The ghetto boy that was born in the gutter is what made me

Watch your back every time you take two steps

Round here you never really know who’s next

Pro club chevy 6 4s and pitbulls

And every time you throw in alcohol it’s bad news

My 5th grade teacher told me I would always fail

My 8th grade teacher told me I’d end up in jail

She told my momma that she worried how I’m living

Kinda blurry how I’m living

Never thought that I would go prevail

All the doubt all the hate is what made me

All star cali boy 90s baby

Born and raised cold blooded on the daily

And if you wanna ask me how I’m living then it’s crazy

Everywhere I go I gotta look left right

Front to back I don’t trust him even if we tight

Trynna sweat it, you the brodie huh yeah right

On my momma you don’t know me I might take flight

It’s CNGizzy if you asking

Chucks pro club white t now thats fashion

Getting dirty with a boogie and a passion

And I done done lot of shit but this shit is it

What’s happening what’s happening get it on get cracking

What’s happening what’s happening put it on get active

Imma get it ok

On my momma put it down imma get it all the way

Fuck out my face

I got enough problems living in the hood boy make no mistake

I try to keep my mind and body doing good but it seems like today

Motherfuckers wanna talk wanna test

Boy make no mistake

The ghetto boy that was born in the gutter is what made me