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Description
Main Artist: Lefty Gunplay
Main Artist: Kiing Khash
Main Artist: Benjirow
Producer: Benjirow
Composer Lyricist: Franklin Scott Holladay
Composer Lyricist: Jacob Webb
Composer Lyricist: BENJAMIN ROWELL
Composer Lyricist: Anthony David Orozco
Lyrics and translation
Original
Rest in peace to the 3104.
-The city where the planes fly low. -It's Lefty Gunplay!
-King. -Yeah.
Benji Roy, motherfucking -Mizztah. -Free the solid, free the solid ones.
-Keep that shit 104 street live. -Westside in this motherfucker.
I used to handle work out like a job fair.
Embrace all my challenges, doggy, 'cause life is not fair. Couple screws loose, nah, homie, I ain't all there.
Send you from the coroner's right to the pallbearer.
God put the vision in my life and I'm grateful for it. Smash a lame on sight, so they hate me for it.
God got me, ain't no falling off, so keep waiting for it.
Put the work in, God gave it, master praying for it. Ten toes down like a man, that's before anything.
I'm so in my motherfucking zone, I ignore everything.
Put me in that chair and in that court, I ain't say anything. Made it through them tribulations, I'll endure anything.
Peep the cloth, boy, nah, you ain't cutting this.
I ain't never gave the cops nobody's government. Hate it or love it, I'm the one that you ain't fucking with.
It's -Lefty Gunplay.
-Too thorough, too solid, ain't no funny -shit.
-I'm coming straight out of Bowling on the news camera. Lefty Gunplay with two hammers.
I just got off the phone with OMB -Peezy. -What?
Real Bowling, that'll never keep it easty, yeah.
-King Saba ride.
-I'm in the belly of the beast with some -heat if you wanna meet me, yeah. -NMG, ride.
10K for the meet and greet, I'll be over there.
These other rappers can't fucking -seat me. -Ooh-wee!
Bitch, so what if I'm conceited?
I competed with these other rappers and they -couldn't fucking beat me. -Me?
I'm getting top from a stripper bitch, she from BST.
I hit that fucking pussy every -weekend. -Yeah.
Bitch, calculate these steps, watch the way I roll.
-What?
-Concentrating on the fucking window when I -throw. -No.
I wonder which way did my follow go?
Bitch, it's the gunman and the reaper attracting hoes. Yeah, face tats, how many though?
-What? -How many bodies you wanna see go?
Boom, boom, boom, hit him at the liquor store, goddamn!
-Damn. -Bitches wanna stick me for my paper. Lefty
Gunplay, I'm from the trailer park, the Fraser.
Fuck it up in the whip, I'm like, -"What's up? " -What?
Hopping out that motherfucker with a big gun.
-Yeah. -I'ma wobble up, yeah, I squabble up.
Lefty -Gunplay on the gang, they follow us.
-Last night, I think I cried about four -hundred and forty-two tears. -Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang.
Yeah, free my peers, damn.
That's a whole lot of football numbers that my motherfucking homies won't be fucking here.
-It's a motherfucking bleed, B. -Yeah, I stood tall in that mirror.
Sitting -in that cell doing motherfucking years. -It's whiskey.
Yeah, not a motherfucking thing on my motherfucking birthday.
I hate when it -come near. -Straight up.
Nombre de Padre, Hijo, y Espíritu Santo. I told my grandma I'll be back like I rato.
-Yeah, on the gang. -I love you, Grandma.
I'm a bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks, goddamn!
-Damn. -Pocket full of Glocks.
Every motherfucking -shot, hit him, pop, pop. -Yeah.
Hit him on the block, hit him, won't stop. One of these days, I'ma pop Robot.
-Uh-oh. -Yeah.
Y, so you a bitch too, boy, on the set. You know you wanna be like me.
-Bitch-ass. -On the set. Leftovers.
-You pussy-ass.
-Yeah, another West Coast classic for you -motherfuckers.
-Yeah, Lefty Gunplay, this another -head-knocker. -Yeah.
Every time I go outside, I see a motherfucking helicopter.
-Based on a true story.
-Yeah, and everybody wanna be a dope boy, -everybody wanna be a baller. -All I ever wanted was a true story.
Everybody wanna be a dope boy, wanna be a baller.
-Based on a true story. -Yeah, blocka, blocka, blocka.
I'm a product of my environment and my life of crime.
-Bowling, parque, barrio. -SGV, King Saba ride.
English translation
Rest in peace to the 3104.
-The city where the planes fly low. -It's Lefty Gunplay!
-King. -Yeah.
Benji Roy, motherfucking -Mizztah. -Free the solid, free the solid ones.
-Keep that shit 104 street live. -Westside in this motherfucker.
I used to handle work out like a job fair.
Embrace all my challenges, doggy, 'cause life is not fair. Couple screws loose, nah, homie, I ain't all there.
Send you from the coroner's right to the pallbearer.
God put the vision in my life and I'm grateful for it. Smash a lame on sight, so they hate me for it.
God got me, ain't no falling off, so keep waiting for it.
Put the work in, God gave it, master praying for it. Ten toes down like a man, that's before anything.
I'm so in my motherfucking zone, I ignore everything.
Put me in that chair and in that court, I ain't say anything. Made it through them tribulations, I'll endure anything.
Peep the cloth, boy, nah, you ain't cutting this.
I ain't never gave the cops nobody's government. Hate it or love it, I'm the one that you ain't fucking with.
It's -Lefty Gunplay.
-Too thorough, too solid, ain't no funny -shit.
-I'm coming straight out of Bowling on the news camera. Lefty Gunplay with two hammers.
I just got off the phone with OMB -Peezy. -What?
Real Bowling, that'll never keep it easty, yeah.
-King Saba ride.
-I'm in the belly of the beast with some -heat if you wanna meet me, yeah. -NMG, ride.
10K for the meet and greet, I'll be over there.
These other rappers can't fucking -seat me. -Ooh-wee!
Bitch, so what if I'm conceited?
I competed with these other rappers and they -couldn't fucking beat me. -Me?
I'm getting top from a stripper bitch, she from BST.
I hit that fucking pussy every -weekend. -Yeah.
Bitch, calculate these steps, watch the way I roll.
-What?
-Concentrating on the fucking window when I -throw. -No.
I wonder which way did my follow go?
Bitch, it's the gunman and the reaper attracting hoes. Yeah, face tats, how many though?
-What? -How many bodies you wanna see go?
Boom, boom, boom, hit him at the liquor store, goddamn!
-Damn. -Bitches wanna stick me for my paper. Lefty
Gunplay, I'm from the trailer park, the Fraser.
Fuck it up in the whip, I'm like, -"What's up? " -What?
Hopping out that motherfucker with a big gun.
-Yeah. -I'ma wobble up, yeah, I squabble up.
Lefty -Gunplay on the gang, they follow us.
-Last night, I think I cried about four -hundred and forty-two tears. -Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang.
Yeah, free my peers, damn.
That's a whole lot of football numbers that my motherfucking homies won't be fucking here.
-It's a motherfucking bleed, B. -Yeah, I stood tall in that mirror.
Sitting -in that cell doing motherfucking years. -It's whiskey.
Yeah, not a motherfucking thing on my motherfucking birthday.
I hate when it -come near. -Straight up.
Nombre de Padre, Hijo, y Espíritu Santo. I told my grandma I'll be back like I rato.
-Yeah, on the gang. -I love you, Grandma.
I'm a bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks, goddamn!
-Damn. -Pocket full of Glocks.
Every motherfucking -shot, hit him, pop, pop. -Yeah.
Hit him on the block, hit him, won't stop. One of these days, I'ma pop Robot.
-Uh-oh. -Yeah.
Y, so you a bitch too, boy, on the set. You know you wanna be like me.
-Bitch-ass. -On the set. Leftovers.
-You pussy-ass.
-Yeah, another West Coast classic for you -motherfuckers.
-Yeah, Lefty Gunplay, this another -head-knocker. -Yeah.
Every time I go outside, I see a motherfucking helicopter.
-Based on a true story.
-Yeah, and everybody wanna be a dope boy, -everybody wanna be a baller. -All I ever wanted was a true story.
Everybody wanna be a dope boy, wanna be a baller.
-Based on a true story. -Yeah, blocka, blocka, blocka.
I'm a product of my environment and my life of crime.
-Bowling, parque, barrio. -SGV, King Saba ride.