Gang Related - Brownside

Kicking back at the hood with some crazy vatos

Got some hynas lined up pero pa’mas al rato

Now I’m strolling down my calle and I’m packing my Glock

Seen a basehead on the way and I sold him some rock

Put his twenty with my thirty and made a 5−0

Went around the block to buy a sack of indo

Now I’m strolling back smoking chronic on the way

I gotta grab more dope to make feria for today

Now I’m standing on my corner serving some D

When some putos drove up and took a blast at me

So I pulled out my quette and never hesitated

Came up and started blasting cause I knew they couldn’t fade it

Toker’s on the loose and I’m straight gang related

Gang related, gang related, gang related

Gang, related, gang related, gang related

Gang, gang, gang related

I shot a fool in the shoulder and one in the head

Didn’t know how bad it was or if that puto was dead

Ran to the hood to let the homeboys know

Ese keep trucha tonight cause these putos might roll

Took my quette to the spot where I knew it was cool

Started packing another cause that’s the golden rule

So I jumped in the ranfla that my homeboy Trigger had

Hit a couple of corners and got rushed to the pad

Hit up some brown khakis and a white t-shirt

Put a lot of starch on it cause I knew it couldn’t hurt

Sat back on the couch rolled up another ounce

Couldn’t help but laugh at these putos I shot

Turned on the radio, it was Lighter Shade of Brown

Turn that shit back off, cause these putos ain’t down

Vatos these days, some of these putos come fake

Talking gangster shit but didn’t ever bust a grape

You don’t gotta like me cause I’ve always been hated

Toker’s on the loose and I’m straight gang related

Jumped in my ride, started bumping my signs

Threw in an old tape of More Bounce to the Ounce

Rolled down the street headed towards the hood

But when I got there shit wasn’t looking too good

Two black and whites and a couple of narcs

And on the hood of one car they had my homeboy Shark

So I busted a U and headed back to the spot

To question the homies on any info they got

The juras came back and they were looking for clues

They got my homeboy Shark for having blood on his shoes

They took him to the station to see if he would break

Didn’t say shit and got shot to East Lake

Straight to K and L cause the vato wouldn’t tell

Told the juras too (fuck off, go to hell)

And that’s the only thing that was ever stated

Cause you don’t say shit when you’re gang related

Couldn’t go to the hood for a week or two

Always smoking some puto that I never knew

Just kept on banging and didn’t take it serious

Hitting ten dollar sticks and acting delirious

Not giving a fuck about all the dirt we done

We just sat back and laughed cause this shit was all fun

Toker’s out banging and I can’t be faded

I’m a true ass loco and straight gang related