[Intro]
Yeah, Eighteen motherf**ers
We gonna ride on you b**h made motherf**ers like this
Can’t handle this!
[Hook]
Eighteenth Street, it’s full of motherf**ers k**in’ enemies
All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride
La-lalala-la-la-la-la
[Verse 1: King Lil G]
I let loose all these motherf**ers, regular mash
Packin’ heats under car seats, looking for temps
And really f** any motherf**er who ain’t with it
Eighteen Street 1-0-6 is everybody k**a
We roll with the [?], hundred clicks
Deeper than a motherf**er
Can’t nobody f** with this
Can’t you see? We unstopabble
Cycos droppin’ bodies son, it’s logical
That all these punk b**hes is my enemies
We ride for the cause and walk on the top, most wanted
We droppin’ the dust for the ones we lost, we wrote it
Don’t test the BEST, so the homie don’t get in your chest punks
Minorities are dying first, f**ing with us
Inglewood One Eight Street set
f** a little twat and a b**h maypeck!
Who wanna die next? We real, explicit listening
For a minute, and this one is goin’ out for my motherf**ing dog, Wicked!
[Hook]
Eighteenth Street, it’s full of motherf**ers k**in’ enemies
All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride
La-lalala-la-la-la-la
[Verse 2: King Lil G]
Dealin’ with a motherf**ing One Eight gangster
Will get you blasted so fast, and no one is gonna save you
The notorious and untouchable, that’s what the label was
Cause we heartless, banging daily and we ain’t afraid to bust
What’s really goin’ on? Give me some hard liquor
I’m feeling kinda lost, my dog Shaggy’s gone
Another soldier, I tip it out for you boy
Real Tiny Devil so the payback is [?]
Gangster sh**, from the land of the six
Can’t forgive to these motherf**ers, rest in sh**
I’m a mierda seca k**er, faggetas die too
Lookin’ out for hersheys, b**hes when I find you
I roll with the BEST and nothing but the BEST
Dieciocheros, Tiny Dub ciento seis
Man I’m real with it, set trippin’, tripple sixin’
k**in’ these motherf**ers who get caught slipping
[Hook]
Eighteenth Street, it’s full of motherf**ers k**in’ enemies
All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride
La-lalala-la-la-la-la
[Verse 3: King Lil G]
To get back to the spot where the homies chill
Nobody pa**es through the hood cause
1-0-6 is on the k**, got it on lock
Everytime it’s a front page
Eighteen Street is on a motherf**ing rampage
We on the look, cause it’s not only my click
It’s the S.C, Hoover Locos and the Hollywood
7th and Broadway, Shatto Park, Players click
And the Grandviews, Rimpau 42nd quickly comin’ to blast you
Can’t forget about the Smiley Drivers too, slob k**in’ Motherf**ers with the big One Eight tattoos
Colombia Little Cycos, Red Shield Boys, Weezer 61st Locos and The Five Fours, King Boulevard, Wicked Gangsters
O.C Malditos, Palos Verdes Vegas, my motherf**ing dogs
Is way too hard, got it sold up, Little Locos Rancho Park!
[Bridge]
That’s right motherf**ers
Westside Eighteen Street motherf**ing gangsters
You can’t f** with it, biatch
Hahaha
Yeah…
[Hook]
Eighteenth Street, it’s full of motherf**ers k**in’ enemies
All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride
La-lalala-la-la-la-la
[Verse 4: King Lil G]
I’m a worldwide dealing motherf**er with my two nines
Hitting motherf**ers if they f** with mine
Eighteen Street ’till the day that I die, f** you motherf**ers!
Westside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies
Southside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies
Eastside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies
Northside Eighteen is full of motherf**ers k**ing enemies!
[Bridge 2]
That’s right, this is dedicated to all you b**h a** motherf**ers
You know who you are, no matter what you do biatch
You can’t f** with that Eighteen Street thang
[Hook]
Eighteenth Street, it’s full of motherf**ers k**in’ enemies
All you punks gonna die, once we start to ride
La-lalala-la-la-la-la
[Outro]
Everybody k**a, everybody k**a
Haha, west side, yeah
No matter what you do biatch
You know you can’t f** with this Eighteen Street gang
This one goes out for my dogs in the block
You know who’s in the house
Lil Serio, nutty a** motherf**ing Dopey
Yeah boy, Bam Bam, Lil Shadow, Boxer, straight lunatic motherf**er, West Coast biatch! That’s how we do it
Too deep for you b**h made a** biatches
Let them go…
Eighteen Street!