Day of the Dead (feat. Doomsday) - Clika 1, Doomsday

Oh yea they want us to take each other out

The next step when they take over the dead

We go back to being slaves

So what do you propose

I say we get those madafuckers together

So we got a deal or you want to force this

Yea ima celebrate a dead mexican holiday.

Dia de los muertos

It means what now

Day of the dead

Pass me the industry impala we drive by some chevy impalas

Riders we fighters with nine lives an live nines

Hit em in the body with a gun shot wound shot fo sho shot

Took my brother gang bang no doubt

Took a lot of luck for the whole lot in the middle of the wrong lot

Took a lot of shit slip sick madafuckers eating dick better recognize bitches

This is out for the click fucked up with the homeboy you clicks

And I will soon stay in califas fumamos marijuana

Lana look it my pocket fuck it my rock

And its dia de los muertos

Death madafuken truth lets do this shit like we suppose to

We killing up your whole family and anybody your close to

Doom faded gang up from with some brothers out on the brown side

Slip shit with a doom click and you can calls the down side

Wana ride I got my teck nine from my side every madafucken click I wanna kill

Nobody wanna die thats why I got me this so far from your head as we celebrate

Dia de los muertos

Day of the dead

Ain’t nobody sicka death today in my clicka hit em with a vengens all you

cowards die

Even when were fresh we keep hitem up your odds

We bout to ride somebodys gonna die day of the dead and we tacking hell alive

Creepin to your sin all your bitches runnin high cuz we redim all tonight

Its all the cold casket getting passive united they laugh at it

But dispute about this shit cuz

Nobody is having it I end up graving it letin you havin it

Havin you sit on a room havin a six feet metal watch no more than six feet

To the doom bald heads and afros coming sass Cadillac damn machines and gas

Track this and putting one the mask sack this or go get you a sack

We rumble never touch by sun I rather go than getting some

Today is the dead day swamp think today ill be the gang I fuck

More tequila (hay) smokin on the mota

Dumbass I siad you delincual the kids always I gotta put my hands on ya

Whos gonna fuck with this means I’m brave

From the west side united states no doubt in las vegas

They find your ass with weasky peats your body is decade

So why beat the grim reaper cuz is time to get paid

Bitch I rise with my doom click all day and everyday

Dooms soon as booted chance celebrating the damn day

They call me new mexico lobo muy lesero el mero I hussle muy poco la feria

With a nine nine shots to my casket droppin and representin las vegas

Sin city blabin long we drop atomic bombs

And we set it all off with a doom when click is to dumb to get this song

Now that you know this song you know we come to close

Til the ship blow up or we have it sold up watch how the money flows

Dropin them cadys hits hit em up hit em up with a lavish twist

On the day I die with a mic on my hand and a fat ass lip

Ahhh gets a evil lestic ment to rush

When I commit a shited sometin bout them blody guts

So sick and wicked bitches

Intensify my thoughts of homicide can’t live this life

Gota stick one in your dick skinin you alive

But ain’t no time to find a weakeness in me

Set you on fire murda and don’t bring no mercy with me

So you could die and burn up

And me and my alibis gonna watch you die gettin high

Should of told your mamma get your casket ready left to lie